LOGINTHIRD PERSON POV"You are doing it again," Donald said.Rebecca looked up from the land report she was reading. She was sitting sideways in the large chair by the window, her legs over the armrest, a cup of warm ginger tea on the table beside her. She was four months along now and the morning sickness had finally eased, replaced by a hunger that arrived at inconvenient hours and a heaviness in her body that she had decided to simply work around."Doing what?" she asked, like she didn't understand what he was saying."Working when Sable specifically said to rest in the afternoons.""I am reading," she said. "Reading is not working.""That is a land dispute report.""It is light reading," she said.He looked at her."Rebecca.""Donald." She replied, laughing.He crossed the room and took the report out of her hands. She let him, because she had learned which arguments were worth having and which ones were not. This was not one of them."One hour," he said. "No reports. No correspondence.
THIRD PERSON POV"Rowan is going to fall off his chair in shock," Rebecca said, laughing. They decided to tell Rowan the following morning. As they were walking to Rowan's office together, Donald had his hand at the small of Rebecca's back, the corridor quiet at this early hour."He will not fall off his chair," Donald said."He is going to fall off his chair, I tell you," she said again.Donald almost smiled.Rowan was at his desk already working through the morning reports, when they arrived. He looked up when they walked in and read their faces. He set his pen down."What happened?" he said."Nothing bad," Donald said, grinning widely."Okay…" Rowan said, then looked at Rebecca.She was watching him with the particular expression of someone who is about to say something they have been looking forward to saying."I am pregnant," she said, unable to hold it anymore.Rowan stared at her in shock.He looked at Donald. Then back at Rebecca. Then at Donald again."Congratulations," he
THIRD PERSON POV"You have not touched your food," Donald said.Rebecca looked down at her plate. He was right. She had moved things around without eating any of it, which was unlike her. She picked up her fork and made a deliberate effort."I am fine," she said. "Not very hungry this morning."He said nothing. He watched her for a moment and then returned to his own food. But she caught the way his eyes moved back to her twice more before the meal was done.It had been like this for about a week.Tiredness that arrived earlier than it should and stayed longer than it had any right to. A faint nausea in the mornings that she had been quietly managing by eating plain things before she got out of bed. A sensitivity to certain smells — the candles in the east corridor, the particular soap the kitchen used — that had never bothered her before.She had told herself it was the aftermath of everything. The trial, the poison, the revelations about her mother. Her body catching up to the weigh
THIRD PERSON POV"I do not want anyone to introduce me," Rebecca said. "I want to walk out and speak for myself."It was early morning. She was standing in front of the mirror in their chamber, dressed and ready, her hair pinned back simply. Donald was sitting on the edge of the bed watching her."That is fine," he said. "It is your moment. It should go however you want it to go.""I am not nervous," she said.He said nothing."I am a little nervous," she said."I know," he said."Stop looking at me like that.""Like what?""Like you already know how this ends.""I do already know how this ends," he said simply. "They are going to receive you the way they should have from the beginning. Because now they will understand what was always true."She looked at him in the mirror for a moment. Then she turned around."If I stumble over my words," she said."You will not," he said."But if I do.""Then you stumble and you keep going," he said. "That is what you do. You always keep going."She
THIRD PERSON POV"This is your family," Rowan said. "Right here. Written in the founding record of this territory."They were all in the archive room the next morning. Donald stood to one side with his arms folded. Maren sat in the chair Rowan had pulled to the table for her. Sera had come — slowly, with the help of a walking stick and a guard who had gone to collect her before dawn — and she sat beside Maren with her hands folded on the table and her eyes bright.Rebecca stood at the center, leaning slightly over the old document Rowan had placed in front of her.She read the name slowly. Sthalone."That is your mother's family name," Maren said quietly. "Your grandmother's name before she married.""It is listed here as one of the seven founding bloodlines," Rowan said. "The families who came together to establish the Black Moon Territory, set its laws, divide its land, and build its first governing structure. Every family on this list contributed something essential." He pointed to
THIRD PERSON POV"This is your family," Rowan said. "Right here. Written in the founding record of this territory."They were all in the archive room the next morning. Donald stood to one side with his arms folded. Maren sat in the chair Rowan had pulled to the table for her. Sera had come — slowly, with the help of a walking stick and a guard who had gone to collect her before dawn — and she sat beside Maren with her hands folded on the table and her eyes bright.Rebecca stood at the center, leaning slightly over the old document Rowan had placed in front of her.She read the name slowly. Sthalone."That is your mother's family name," Maren said quietly. "Your grandmother's name before she married.""It is listed here as one of the seven founding bloodlines," Rowan said. "The families who came together to establish the Black Moon Territory, set its laws, divide its land, and build its first governing structure. Every family on this list contributed something essential." He pointed to
Rebecca’s POV The flight home felt shorter than it should have. I spent most of it with my head on Donald’s shoulder, watching clouds drift past the window while his thumb traced slow circles on the back of my hand. Two weeks on Miyaki had passed like a dream—sun-soaked days, nights tangled in she
Rebecca’s POV “I’m sorry that all these things are happening when we’re supposed to be having the time of our lives,” Donald said quietly after Koa had left. He had insisted on reporting the men to the local authorities himself, memorizing every face, every scar, and every tattoo. Koa had nodded g
Donald’s POVWe returned to the villa just as the sun began its slow descent, turning the sky into layers of peach and rose. Rebecca’s hand was warm in mine. Her laughter from the city streets still echoed in my ears. The walk through the quiet streets, bright houses, the smell of charcoal fires, a
Rebecca’s POVThe private jet touched down on Miyaki Island just as the sun dipped low enough to turn the entire ocean into molten gold. I pressed my face to the window, breath fogging the glass, and unable to look away from the view below. Turquoise water stretched in every direction, broken only