POV: Riley
The dream came with silver fire.
I stood barefoot in moonlight that was too bright to be real, the sky split by twin moons burning white and blue above me. Their light poured into my chest, into my blood, until my heart felt like it might shatter from the force of it.
And then I heard the whisper.
Two queens. One bloodline. One child to tip the scales of eternity.
I gasped—
—and jolted awake.
My body was drenched in sweat, my pulse racing so hard it hurt. The room was dark and quiet, the palace asleep around me, but the echo of that voice still lived inside my bones.
I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing.
Something was wrong.
Not pain. Not sickness.
Something… different.
A warmth lingered low in my abdomen, subtle but unmistakable, like the aft
