LOGINLUCAS’S POVThe walk back from the archives felt longer than the descent.Rose stayed close to my side, her hand in mine. I kept my fingers wrapped around hers firmly, even though the tremor in my palm betrayed me. Jake walked ahead with two guards. Drake lingered behind us like a shadow.The mural replayed in my mind again and again.Two circles.My curse.Her pregnancy.And writing so old the letters nearly dusted off the stone.The vessel will break before the heir.It wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise. A prophecy someone had carved centuries ago, waiting for this moment. Waiting for Rose. Waiting for our child.And now that it had awakened, I could feel the curse inside me shifting like something alive.Rose squeezed my hand as if she sensed what I was thinking. “Lucas… you’re quiet.”“I’m thinking,” I lied.But she kept looking at me in that way she did when she refused to accept my walls.“You’re in pain,” she said softly.“No,” I started, but she cut me off immediately.“L
“The Shadows in the Walls”The castle didn’t feel like a fortress anymore.It felt like something breathing around us.The torches along the north corridor flickered as we approached, the flames thinning into long, wavering lines. Lucas walked at my side, his hand steady on the small of my back. Jake led ahead with two guards. Drake moved silently behind us, watchful and tense.Every footstep echoed louder than it should have, as if the walls wanted to repeat them.“Where exactly did you see the message?” Lucas asked.Jake pointed toward a small archway. “Under there. But… it faded before we reached it.”“Which means it wasn’t written for everyone,” Drake muttered. “Only for Rose.”That sent a ripple of cold through me.Lucas glanced at me briefly. “Stay close.”“I am,” I said, though my heart thudded a little too fast. “Believe me, I don’t plan to wander off.”Drake stopped suddenly. “There.”Faint markings shimmered near the stone steps, almost invisible until Lucas lowered a torch
ROSE’S POVThe healer’s room felt too quiet after they all left.Too still.As if the air itself had paused to listen.I lay back against the pillows, breathing slowly, my hand resting over the warm pulse of the baby. The faint glow I felt earlier was gone now, buried deep, almost hidden. But it wasn’t gone. I could sense it lingering like a small ember—steady, waiting.A knock at the door made me straighten.“Come in.”A healer entered with a bowl of steaming herbs, but the moment she stepped closer, the scent hit me wrong. Sharp. Bitter. Familiar.The same scent that drifted from my sisters’ room.“No,” I said quickly. “Take it away.”She blinked. “My queen? It’s only for calming—”“Take it away,” I repeated more firmly.She hesitated, confused, but obeyed. The moment she left, I let out a shaky breath. I didn’t know whether the herbs truly carried something dangerous or whether fear was getting ahead of itself, but today… I couldn’t take chances.Not after what happened in the ritu
ROSE’S POVI woke to the sound of someone calling my name.Not softly.Not calmly.Like a man begging the world not to end.“Rose. Rose, please open your eyes.”Lucas.My vision cleared slowly, shapes coming back into focus. I was lying on a cot in the healer’s chamber, a thick blanket wrapped around me. My hands felt cold and stiff, the smell of herbs and smoke hanging heavy in the air.A soft groan escaped me as I blinked fully awake.Lucas was leaning over me, exhaustion written across his face. His hair was damp with sweat, his cheeks pale, and his shirt stuck to his skin as if he had run miles. His hands were trembling where they hovered over my shoulders, afraid to touch me until I moved.The moment he saw my eyes open, he let out a breath that broke a little.“Thank the goddess,” he whispered. “Rose… you scared me.”I swallowed. My throat hurt, like I had screamed for hours. “How long… was I out?”“Half an hour,” Jake answered from the corner. His face was still drained of colo
ROSE’S POV“Rose… look at me.”Lucas’s voice reached me before I fully understood where I was.I wasn’t standing.I wasn’t moving.I wasn’t breathing right.I was on my knees in the ritual chamber, the stone floor cold beneath my legs. Both my hands pressed over my stomach as if holding something in place. My heartbeat thudded too quickly, too heavily, like it was trying to sync with another rhythm—mine and the baby’s.A faint tremor moved through my belly. A flutter. A warning.“I’m here,” Lucas said again, trying to sound steady even though the curse had weakened his voice.I lifted my head.His eyes locked onto mine—grey, intense, and struggling to stay focused. Jake held him upright from behind, refusing to let him collapse. Drake stood several paces away, watching me with an expression that wasn’t pride or satisfaction, but caution and concern.Lucas spoke again, firmer this time. “Rose. Breathe.”I tried, but something cold tightened around my lungs, squeezing hard enough that a
Lucas’s arms tightened around me the moment the faint kick fluttered beneath his palm. It wasn’t like the gentle movements I’d felt these past weeks. This one trembled, almost startled, like the child sensed the darkness scraping against the walls of my womb.“Rose,” Lucas whispered. His voice cracked like something tearing inside him. “Tell me what I need to do.”The fear in his eyes wasn’t for himself.It was for us.For our baby.I pushed myself upright, wincing as a sharp pain ripped across my abdomen. Jake moved to steady me, but Lucas hissed softly, warning him back.“I’ve got her.”Drake stood over us, unusually still, his face tight with calculation. Not triumph. Not mockery.Worry.That alone terrified me more than anything the shadow-woman had said.“Rose,” he said quietly, “you need to describe what you saw. Every detail—”“No,” Lucas cut in sharply. “Not now. She needs to breathe.”But I shook my head. “We don’t have time.”The room blurred for a second. Lucas caught my fa







