LOGINTHIRD PERSON POV"They are staring at me," Rebecca announced.She was sitting up in the bed the following morning, all three boys arranged in a row in the bassinet that Rowan had positioned at the precise angle for observation. Aiden, Aric, and Aldric—three small faces turned vaguely toward the light, their eyes wondering.Donald was sitting in the chair beside the bed, elbows on his knees, watching them with an expression Rebecca had never seen on him before and immediately decided was her favorite thing she had ever seen on any person.Pure, unguarded wonder."They cannot actually see you yet," he said. "Not properly.""They are staring," she insisted. "Aiden is definitely staring."Donald looked at Aiden. "He might be staring," he agreed."He has your expression," she said."He has been in the world for eight hours. He does not have expressions yet.""Donald." She looked at him seriously. "He has your expression. That very serious I am thinking about something and I am not going to
THIRD PERSON POV"Donald."His eyes opened immediately. He had not been deeply asleep—some vigilant part of him was always listening for her, always attuned to the rhythms of her breathing and the movements of her body against his.His hand found hers in the darkness. "What is it?""I think it is time," she said.He sat up. She was on the edge of the bed, her hands pressed flat on her knees, her breathing slow and deliberate. "How long?" he asked."I have been awake for about an hour," she said. "I did not want to wake you until I was sure."He looked at her for a long moment. "You should have woken me the moment you felt anything.""You needed sleep.""I needed to be awake with you."She looked at him over her shoulder. Even now, even in the middle of this, the particular softness came into her face that only ever appeared when she was looking at him."You are awake now," she said.He was out of bed and already moving. He went to the door and spoke to the guard in the corridor in a
THIRD PERSON POVThe afternoon sun came in through the windows of Rebecca's sitting room, warming the pale stone floor and turning the dust motes into floating gold. Rebecca sat in the wide armchair Donald had moved from his study three days after she mentioned, in passing, that it was the most comfortable seat in the house. It had appeared overnight without discussion. He had never mentioned moving it. She had never thanked him. Some things did not need words.Maren sat across from her, the old woman's hands folded in her lap, her eyes holding a particular light that Rebecca had learned to recognize. It was the look she got when she was about to give someone something important."I have been holding something for a long time," Maren said. "I kept telling myself I would know when the right moment came. I think this is it."She reached into the worn leather bag she had brought and withdrew a small wooden box. Plain, unadorned, the wood polished to a deep, warm glow by decades of handli
THIRD PERSON POV"God is my help," he translated immediately. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "That is a weighty name for a child.""He will need it," she said. "All three of them will. They are heirs of a territory that has faced war and exile and betrayal. They are descendants of a lineage that has been hunted and broken. They will need to know that they are not alone. That something larger than themselves walks with them."Donald looked at her. "You are speaking about yourself as much as them."She was quiet for a moment. Then she said: "Yes. I am."He reached for her face, cupping her cheek with a gentleness that still surprised her after all this time. "You are not alone either, Becca. You will never be alone again."She leaned into his palm. "I know. But they will need to know it too. In their bones, in their blood and in the very shape of their names.""Azriel," he said again, tasting the word."Azriel," she confirmed.He set the paper down and turned to face her fully. "Tell me
THIRD PERSON POVThe territory had surrendered to sleep hours ago. The bedroom held only the soft amber glow of a single lamp, its light pooling like honey across the pillows. Rebecca reclined against the headboard, her hands resting on the generous curve of her stomach, where three distinct lives moved in their own private rhythms. She had a cup of cooled tea that sat forgotten on the nightstand.Donald lay beside her, one arm folded behind his head, and the other resting possessively on her hip. This was the only version of him that existed in these quiet hours where he was unguarded, unhurried, and completely hers."We need to talk about names," she said.He turned his head and found her eyes. "I thought we had already discussed this.""We discussed possibilities," she corrected. "We have not yet decided.""Is there a difference with you?"She slapped his chest lightly. "Yes. Possibilities are what we talk about when we are being polite. Decisions are what we make when we are seri
THIRD 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.
Rebecca’s POVTwo Weeks LaterTwo weeks had passed since the night of laughter, dancing, and tangled fingers on Donald’s bed. Two weeks since the way my heart had learned a new rhythm whenever he was close. Since then, he had become very busy and had gone back to my world very often. He allowed Ro
Donald's POV“Mr. Donald?” she asked softly, like she was testing the sound of it.I smiled and shook my head. “No. Just Donald.”She nodded, her lips curving into a shy smile that did something dangerous to my chest. The music was still playing, low and warm, filling the room with a lazy rhythm th
Donald’s POV“That was such a rejection,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed the door shut behind me and leaned against it for a moment longer than necessary.The room was quiet, it made my thoughts louder than they deserved to be. I exhaled slowly, letting my head fall back against the wood. R
Rebecca’s POV“Were you waiting for me?”I heard Mr Smith’s voice behind me. I turned at once, my heart skipping in a way that annoyed me because it had no business doing that so easily. He was standing there with a small smile. It softened his sharp features and made him look almost… normal. “No,







