The Sovereign choice
The city trembled under a golden pulse. It was no longer merely light—it was judgment, awareness, sovereignty. Every street, every shadow, every building felt the unborn heir’s power. Golden energy rippled outward from Alina’s womb in deliberate waves, touching operatives, shadows, and citizens alike, bending wills, revealing intentions, exposing truths. Lucien’s hands pressed to her back, steadying her as her breath came in shallow bursts. “It is testing them… all of them. Every faction, every operative, every observer. It chooses who serves, who defies, and who survives.” Alina pressed her hands to her abdomen, feeling the child stir violently. It was deliberate now, almost… strategic. The energy was no longer merely reactive—it anticipated, analyzed, and adapted. From the distant roo
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