LOGIN~Serah POV~Branches tore at my gown as Tristan dragged me through the woods and behind us, hooves pounded and men shouted as I heard my father's voice cut through it all like a whip, steady, cruel, detached. "Bring her back alive! The child is proof. Don't fail Lord Veylen." My chest tightened, he didn't even say my name."Keep moving," Tristan's breath was rough, his grip like an iron on my wrist. "Don't look back!""You don't understand," I stumbled over a root, nearly falling. "That was my father!""I know who it was, and I don't care! He made his choice, now make yours and live.""I can't outrun them," I gasped. My thigh throbbed where the blade had cut me and blood was soaking through the makeshift bandage. "They'll catch us, Tristan."He spun on me, eyes blazing. "Do you want me to carry you?""Uhn?" My eyes were wide with surprise, "No!""Then run! Because I swear Serah, if you stop now you're handing Jethro exactly what he wants." His words hit harder than the pain and I forc
~Serah POV~"They're coming for both of you." Tristan's voice shut the camp down like a blade.No one argued as orders flew: wagons packed, children bundled, blades checked; the mercenaries moved with an ugly efficiency; fear makes people fast. I felt the baby spin, a small, real thing inside my hollowed chest, and the world contracted to two words: keep breathing."Serah," Tristan said, low, "stay near me, and no matter what, do not show any sign of fear.""You think I'd leave you?" I snapped, because saying it kept me from saying the other truth: I did not want him to die because I had been weak.His jaw tightened. "Then, don't get killed doing something stupid."We moved along the beaten track, boots soft on wet earth, the night smelled like smoke and someone's unfinished prayer. From the trees came the first sound of them... a wet, sucking noise, like mouths drawing breath."Hunters?" I asked."A blend," Tristan said. "Human hunters backed by blood-magic, I'm sure Jethro sends the
~Serah POV~The camp was chaos as men grabbed blades, women snatched their children, horses shrieked in panic, then Tristan's voice cut through the uproar. "Move! Take only what you can carry." He turned to me, eyes sharp. "Stay closer to me."My stomach twisted, and the baby fluttered as though sensing danger. "What if they catch us?" I asked."They won't," Tristan said flatly, shoving a cloak around my shoulders. "Not when I'm alive." His words chilled me as we fled into the forest, branches clawed at my gown, mud s*ck*d at my shoes and behind us, the campfires dimmed, swallowed by night. Then, faintly, the sound of horns came"They're close," Tristan muttered.I stumbled. "They're here for me and the baby."He gripped my arm, steadying me. "Then we'll make them regret coming."Hours later, when the hunters finally caught us, the moon was high, shadows moved between the trees, half a dozen men in black armor, the Veylen crest gleaming on their chests. The leader sneered. "By order o
~Serah POV~My hands ached, raw from the dagger's hilt and the blade slipped, slicing my palm. "Again!" Tristan barked.Blood dripped onto the dirt as I bit back a curse. "I'm pregnant, you should take it easy on me.""Neither excuse nor weakness matters in war." His crimson eyes narrowed. "Again!"I gritted my teeth, lifted the dagger, and slashed at the wooden dummy. My arms trembled, but the blade cut true. Tristan finally nodded. "Better, you may yet survive long enough to see vengeance."I dropped onto a log, breathing ragged. "You enjoy torturing me, don't you?"He smirked. "I enjoy shaping something useful out of wasted potential, note that.""Charming." I pressed a cloth into my bleeding palm. "And here I thought you cared.""I don't." His voice was flat, but he handed me clean bandages all the same.I caught the flicker in his eyes as I tied the cloth, he cared about me more than he wanted to admit. Nights bled into weeks and my belly grew, small but undeniable. Every time I
~Serah POV~The rain had eased by dawn, leaving the streets slick with mud, my gown clung heavy and wet, the hem torn where I'd stumbled over cobblestones. I hadn't slept, I hadn't eaten, but I kept moving.I whispered to my stomach as though the child could hear me. "We'll survive this somehow."The tavern keeper at the city's edge sneered when I begged for shelter. "No coin, no roof, get out!" He slammed the door in my face.So I walked through alleys and markets where merchants jeered, through crowds that parted like I had carried the plague by nightfall, I collapsed on the riverbank, the world tilting around me."Pathetic sight, isn't it?" a voice drawled. I jerked upright and saw a tall man leaned against a tree, half-hidden in shadowy black cloak, eyes gleaming red in the moonlight like a predator's gaze.I stumbled back. "Stay away from me!"He smirked. "If I wanted you dead, little bride, you'd already be bleeding."His words chilled me. "Wait, you… know who I am?""Oh, everyo
~Serah POV~I woke the next morning with red eyes and an empty bed. The maids entered quietly, their faces blank as they set down a tray of untouched food, avoided my gaze, and slipped out again as though I were contagious. I sat there for hours, staring at the cold bread, until a knock broke the silence.The healer entered, a frail man, his hands trembling as he bowed. "My lady, forgive the intrusion. I was ordered to examine you, as is tradition for newly bound brides."I forced myself to sit straighter. "Alright."He worked in silence, muttering incantations, checking my pulse and aura, then he froze as his eyes widened."What is it?" I asked quickly."My lady…" His voice trembled. "You carry a child."I blinked. "A… child? You mean a child in my belly?""Yes." His lips quivered into a hesitant smile."That's the lord's heir."I scoffed and was confused, because an heir? Jethro's heir? Perhaps this was my chance, my one piece of leverage, if love wasn't enough, maybe duty was. "Tha







