LOGINThe day of Elmund and Selene's wedding arrived bright and warm, and Gianna woke early, already buzzing with excitement despite her advanced pregnancy. Nolan watched her from across the room as she moved about, trying to dress herself despite her bump making the task increasingly difficult."Please," he said, coming to help her with the laces she couldn't quite reach, "just stay calm today. You're almost due, Gianna. I'm asking you to take it easy.""I'll be fine," she said, waving off his concern. "It's a wedding, Nolan. Not a battle."He sighed, clearly unconvinced, but knew better than to argue further. He'd learned by now that trying to slow her down rarely worked, especially when something excited her this much.Her dress was a soft, flowing lavender gown, beautiful despite the way it clung to her rounded belly, making her condition impossible to hide. She didn't mind at all. If anything, she wore it proudly, one hand resting instinctively against the curve of her stomach as they
Gianna could hardly contain her joy at the news. She reached for Selene's free hand, squeezing it tightly, her smile stretching wide across her face."I'm so happy for you both," she said, glancing between Elmund and Selene. "Truly. Elmund, you're finally going to start a family of your own instead of running around after Nolan like some loyal shadow all your life."Elmund laughed, a rare, easy sound that Gianna had come to appreciate more and more over the past weeks. "I served him well," he said. "But I agree it's time for something new.""I love this," Gianna continued, her eyes bright. "I want to see everyone I care about grow and move forward, each in their own way. This kingdom feels different now, and I think it's because so many of us are finally allowed to simply live."Selene beamed at her, clearly touched by the sentiment, before shifting the conversation toward more practical matters."I'm going for my dress fitting tomorrow," she said. "There's a designer just outside the
Time moved fast after the celebration. Nolan often found himself surprised by how quickly the days blended into weeks, and weeks into months, each one carrying with it a peace he never thought he'd live long enough to witness.His body felt strong now, stronger than it had in years. For a while, in the early days after his recovery, some part of him kept waiting for a relapse, some sign that the curse hadn't fully released its grip on him. He'd wake some mornings and check his own reflection carefully, searching for any lingering paleness, any hint of the darkness that had once crept into his eyes. But after two full months without a single symptom, he finally let himself believe it. He was truly free.Gianna was eight months pregnant now, her belly rounded and heavy, and Nolan had become almost unbearable in how carefully he watched over her. He wouldn't let her lift so much as a cup without rushing to take it from her hands. He hovered near her constantly, insisting she rest more, e
Later that night, back in their chambers, Nolan noticed Gianna reaching for another glass of wine. She hadn't drunk much, but he could tell she was planning on more, and something about that worried him."You've had enough," he said gently, taking the glass from her hand before she could lift it to her lips."It's just wine," Gianna said, frowning at him."It's not good for the baby," Nolan said. "And you've been missing your check-ups because of everything happening this past week. I already sent for the doctor. He should be here soon."Gianna sighed but didn't argue, too tired from the day's chaos to put up much of a fight. The doctor arrived shortly after, greeting them both with a warm smile before setting his bag down and beginning his examination.He checked her pulse, pressed gently against her belly, listened carefully, and asked several questions about how she'd been feeling."The baby is healthy," he said finally, straightening up. "And you're doing well too, my lady. But yo
Gianna stood frozen in the corridor, unable to fully believe what she was hearing, let alone what her own eyes had just witnessed. Pietra’s confession hung in the air like a blade, sharp and final, and she didn’t stop there. “I never lost the pregnancy,” Pietra said, her chin lifted despite the tears still drying on her cheeks. “I ended it myself. I was terrified you’d figure out the child wasn’t yours the moment it was born. I panicked and I made a choice.” Cyrus stared at her, his face draining of every trace of color, his mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. “And now,” Pietra continued, her voice growing steadier with every word, “I realize it was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. Not because of you. Because I let fear push me into something I can never take back. But I don’t regret leaving you, Cyrus. Not one bit. You’re a pathetic jerk who thought he could have everything at once. My loyalty, my body, while treating me like nothing more than dirt beneath yo
Gianna was the first to rise that morning, dressing carefully in a black gown with a long, sheer veil draped over her shoulders and face. When Nolan emerged from the bathing chamber to find her already prepared, standing before the mirror adjusting the veil, he paused in the doorway."You're wearing mourning colors," he said."I am," Gianna said, her reflection meeting his eyes in the glass. "I'm glad I get to mourn the people who spent so long wanting me dead. It seems only fitting."Nolan finished dressing in silence, though as he fastened the last clasp of his formal attire, he approached her again, his expression carrying that same careful concern he'd shown all week."Are you certain about this?" he asked, not for the first time. "You're heavily pregnant, still recovering from Iris's birth. The stress of witnessing something like this, it can't be good for you.""I'm certain," Gianna said, meeting his gaze steadily through the veil.He studied her a moment longer, clearly recogni
Chapter TwoShe was having the best dream of her life.She didn't know what it was about – just that it was warm, and she was laughing, and nothing hurt.Then she felt eyes on her.Gianna's eyes snapped open.A man was sitting in the chair right beside her bed, close enough that she could see the i
Chapter OneThe gates swung open at dusk. Gianna heard the patrol return before she saw it – boots on gravel, wolves shifting back to skin, the familiar chaos of Valemont's warriors coming home.She was standing on the upper terrace with a glass of wine when she saw Cyrus walk through the main ga
Gianna turned around slowly.Nolan was still standing by the window, his expression unreadable in the firelight."You found him," she said."I did.""Who was it?""A council member named Broderick. He holds a seat in the lower chamber and oversees trade regulations for the outer markets."Gianna fr
Gianna dressed quickly, pulling on a dark cloak that would help her blend into the night.She was halfway down the stairs when Cyrus appeared.He stood at the bottom, watching her descend with narrowed eyes."You're in a hurry," he said.Gianna kept walking."I asked you a question." He stepped int







