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SageIn the spirit of living in the present, I push all future concerns aside, willing away my worries and focusing on the joy radiating through our bond. Alaric’s excitement is infectious and I won’t disappoint him by borrowing trouble from tomorrow. "We should tell Helena and Iris," I suggest as we walk toward our private quarters. "Before they guess on their own."Alaric nods, though I sense his reluctance to share our news with anyone, even family. His beast has already categorized our child as something to be fiercely guarded, information about its existence included in that protection.As we move through the packhouse corridors, I notice how his body subtly positions itself between me and others we pass. His hand, once casually resting at the small of my back, now presses with slight but constant pressure, guiding me away from anything he perceives as potential danger - from servants carrying trays to warriors engaged in routine patrols."You realize you're doing it, don't you?"
SageTwo weeks pass in a whirlwind of preparation. Though my body shows no outward signs of the life growing within, everything around me transforms in anticipation of the announcement. Security tightens to levels that would seem excessive if not for the fierce determination I feel through our bond each time Alaric issues another protective measure."The eastern balcony provides the best security profile," Garrett explains, reviewing the announcement plans one final time. "Clear sight lines, controlled access points, multiple escape routes if needed.""It's a pregnancy announcement, not a military operation," I point out, though I've long since stopped fighting the increased protection. Through our bond, Alaric's approval flows as Garrett continues outlining security measures that would befit a declaration of war rather than new life.While they finalize logistics, my own preparations have taken a different direction. Since Iris's casual mention of the prophecy, I've devoted every spar
SageThe morning of the announcement dawns clear and bright, as if the Moon Goddess herself approves our news. I stand before the mirror in our chambers, studying my reflection for any visible sign of the changes occurring within. Though my body appears unchanged, through our bond, Alaric's perception of me has transformed completely – his mate, his queen, and now carrier of his child."You're certain about this?" he asks one final time, his hands settling on my shoulders as he meets my eyes in the reflection. "We could wait longer.""We've waited long enough." My decision hasn't wavered despite the prophecy's discovery. "The kingdom deserves to know their future heir approaches."What remains unspoken is our strategic reasoning – controlling the narrative before rumors of prophecies overshadow simple joy at a royal birth. Through our bond, our shared determination flows both ways, strengthening our united front.The royal apartments bustle with activity as final preparations unfold. H
SageAnother note, carefully folded and slipped beneath the herbs I'd set aside for morning sickness remedies. I unfold it with practiced caution, already knowing what I'll find – the same ancient script, the same vicious threats against my life, my child, our future."Your healing blood will spill before the abomination draws its first breath."I burn it like the others, watching ancient parchment curl and blacken to ash. Two months have passed since our announcement, my pregnancy now visible in the slight curve beneath my gowns. Two months of increasing threats, each more specific than the last. Each carefully hidden from Alaric.Through our bond, I feel him approaching before I hear his footsteps – his awareness of me heightened with each passing day of pregnancy. I scatter the ashes and compose myself before he enters our private study."You should be resting," he says immediately, noting the books spread across my desk. His protective instincts have only intensified as my body cha
Sage"I'll accompany you personally," Alaric decides finally, the words clipped with restrained emotion.When I fail to wilt under his kingly glare as the strongest of men often do, he determines this to be the compromise to end our stand-off. I’d be lying if I said the thought of spending my day in his company was unappealing. But I’d be an unworthy queen if I allowed him to shirk his duties for such an unnecessary cause. He’ll just have to find it within himself to behave rationally, however unlikely that may be. "You have border negotiations this afternoon," I remind him, victory within reach though I keep satisfaction from my tone. "Negotiations you've postponed twice already."The trapped expression that crosses his face would be almost comical in different circumstances – duty to kingdom versus protection of mate creating an impossible choice. Through our bond, I feel his beast's snarling rejection of any separation battling with the king's responsibility to handle threats that
Sage"The integration program shows remarkable progress," Lord Harrison reports, genuine approval evident in his typically measured tone. "Three territories have established healing centers staffed by wolves previously hiding their abilities."I try to focus on the council update despite the persistent ache in my lower back – a new development in my fourth month of pregnancy. Through our bond, Alaric's attention divides between council business and constant monitoring of my comfort, his awareness of my physical state sometimes exceeding my own."And security at these centers?" he questions, his priorities clear in the ordering."Comprehensive," Lord Harrison confirms. "As you specified, my King."What goes unspoken is the reason for such unprecedented security – not just protection for previously persecuted healers, but safeguards against those who might use healing centers to track my movements, my interests, my potential vulnerability.The past month has settled into an uneasy patter
AlaricThree hours.Three hours since her consciousness faded from our bond, leaving only a faint pulse of life where a vibrant connection should exist. Three hours of rage so consuming my partial shift remains permanent, claws extended, beast clawing beneath skin that can barely contain fury."The guards were found unconscious, specialized tranquilizer," Garrett reports, keeping physical distance as my beast's state demands. "The old wolf and supposed patient vanished completely."My roar shakes the command center walls, maps and reports trembling in its wake. Around me, warriors flinch but hold positions – every available fighter mobilized the moment Sage's desperate message pierced my mind. Cassius. Child. Prophecy.Three words that confirmed my worst fears, that transformed background vigilance to foreground war."How?" The question emerges as a growl, my voice distorted by my partial shift. "How did he get past our security? Our scouts? Our intelligence?"No one answers immediatel
AlaricNo further protest emerges as guards begin their methodical search, examining communications, personal items, even scent markers that might indicate recent contact with unauthorized territories. Through the still-strained bond, I focus completely on Sage's presence – faint but persistent, life force strong despite circumstances."My King," a guard approaches, his expression grave as he presents a scroll discovered among one council member's possessions. "This contains detailed security protocols for royal healing visits. Specifically, eastern village procedures."Lord Kincaid – elderly wolf who opposed integration of healing abilities from the beginning – maintains his dignified posture despite damning evidence. "Standard security briefing," he claims, though pallor beneath silver fur betrays awareness of position's weakness."With delivery route information?" The guard indicates specific notation on scroll. "Arrival times? Guard rotation details?"Silence confirms what evidence
KieranRather than engaging with the royal physician’s attitude, I turn my attention to Elise. "May I?" I ask, gesturing toward her rounded belly.She nods, and I kneel before her, placing my hands gently on her abdomen.Closing my eyes, I extend my senses to assess the baby's position and Elise's overall condition. The child is indeed awkwardly turned, pressing against her spine in a way that causes significant discomfort without presenting any real danger."The baby's healthy," I assure her, opening my eyes. "Just a bit stubborn about positioning, like its mother."This earns a small laugh from Elise, some tension leaving her shoulders. "Can you help?""A specific stretching routine twice daily and some herbal tea to relax the muscles should encourage proper positioning," I explain. "Plus a firmer sleeping surface—this bed is like trying to rest on a cloud."The palace physician clears his throat. "I recommended complete bed rest to avoid complications.""Which would actually increas
Kieran"Hold still or I'll accidentally stab you with this pin."I glance down at the tailor kneeling by my legs, his mouth full of pins as he adjusts the formal tunic that supposedly makes me look like a respectable court representative instead of a forest healer way out of his depth."How much longer is this torture going to last?" I ask, resisting the urge to scratch where the stiff fabric chafes against my neck."Beauty requires suffering," the tailor mumbles around his pins."I'm aiming for 'not embarrassing' rather than beauty," I correct him, which earns me a dismissive snort."The prince was most specific about the quality of your attire," he replies, expertly pinning a seam. "Royal blue with silver accents to complement Lady Lyra's ensemble while marking you as an official representative of the healing community."The thought of Alexander personally selecting my outfit for tonight's dinner is equal parts amusing and unsettling. Twenty-four hours ago, I'd have bet good money th
Alexander A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. "Enter," I call, expecting another messenger or council member.Instead, Kieran stands in the doorway, hesitating at the threshold as if unsure of his welcome. "Your Highness," he greets formally. "I was told you wanted to see me?"I blink in surprise. "I hadn't sent for you yet, but your timing is perfect. Please, come in."He enters cautiously, his posture suggesting he's bracing for confrontation. I realize with sudden clarity how rarely we've interacted without Lyra present, how much tension still exists beneath our carefully maintained civility."The moonflower essence is secure in the reliquary," he says, clearly assuming this is about the ritual. "Queen Sage confirmed the potency exceeds expectations.""Good," I nod, "but that's not why I wanted to speak with you." I gesture to the chair Dominic recently vacated. "I have a proposition that requires your particular expertise."Curiosity overcomes wariness as he takes the offe
Alexander"They found her, but she's not exactly rolling out the welcome mat."Dominic drops a report on my desk, interrupting my third attempt to write a diplomatic response to the Northern territories. I've been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes, my mind constantly drifting back to last night with Lyra."Vega's niece?" I ask, pushing aside the draft to read the new report."Karina," he confirms, dropping into the chair across from me. "Lives in a tiny settlement called Blackstone Ridge at the edge of the Northern territories. Our messengers found her, but she told them—and I'm quoting directly here—'to go fuck themselves and the royal horses they rode in on.'"I can't help but laugh. "Sounds like she inherited her aunt's charming personality, if not her politics.""She's a healer," Dominic continues, "which makes her refusal more complicated. She's not just rejecting royal authority; she's rejecting what she sees as interference in healer business."I lean back in my c
Lyra "I'm glad," I tell Kieran, meaning it despite the complex emotions churning beneath. "That you have someone to talk to."He looks surprised, then grateful for my response. "It helps," he admits. "Figuring out my place here, now that everything's..." he gestures vaguely, "different."The word encompasses so much—our relationship, our community's situation, our very identities shifting in this new context. I reach across the table to touch his hand briefly."Some things aren't different," I tell him. "You're still important to me, Kieran. That hasn't changed."His eyes meet mine, conflict evident in their green depths. "Just important in a different way now."I can't deny the truth of this observation. Before I can respond, a palace page appears in the doorway, bowing slightly when he spots me."Healer Lyra, Prince Alexander requests your presence in the royal study. He says it's regarding tonight's ritual."Kieran withdraws his hand from beneath mine, the moment broken. "You shoul
Lyra The royal sanctuary glows with morning light filtering through its glass walls, illuminating Queen Sage as she tends to rare plants with her own hands rather than delegating the task to servants. She looks up as I enter, a knowing smile touching her lips."Lyra," she greets warmly. "You look well this morning."Something in her tone tells me she's perfectly aware of why I might look "well," and I feel heat rise to my cheeks again. "Thank you for inviting me, Your Majesty.""Sage, please," she corrects, setting aside her gardening tools. "At least when we're alone. We're family now, after all."The casual acknowledgment of my place in her son's life—in the royal family—leaves me momentarily speechless. I've been so focused on the complications of court politics that I hadn't fully considered the simpler truth: I've gained not just a mate but a family connection.I kneel beside the spiral pattern of silver-blue blooms she’s tending, assessing their condition with a healer's eye. "T
Lyra Sunlight streams through the curtains, painting warm patterns across the tangled sheets. I wake slowly, momentarily disoriented by unfamiliar surroundings before memories of the night flood back. The weight of Alexander's arm draped across my waist anchors me to both the present moment and the significance of what passed between us.I study his sleeping face, softer in repose than his usual royal mask allows. Dark lashes rest against cheeks still bearing faint marks where power surges manifested during our separation. The bond between us pulses with contented warmth, stronger and more stable than it's been since the temporary healing at the Cave of Whispers."You're staring," he murmurs without opening his eyes, a smile curving his lips."Just making sure you're real," I reply, surprised by the vulnerability in my own voice.His eyes open then, violet depths focusing on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "Very real," he assures me, pulling me closer. "And not going
KieranMira and I sit in silence for a while, watching stars appear one by one in the darkening sky. The distant sounds of palace life—guards changing shifts, servants carrying out evening duties—remind me how far we are from the simplicity of our forest home."I slept with someone else," I admit suddenly. "After Lyra left with Alexander that first time. One of the refugees from the northern settlement."Mira raises an eyebrow but doesn't interrupt."I thought it would help," I continue. "Thought maybe if I could just be with someone else, these feelings would fade or change or..." I shake my head. "It didn't work. Just made me feel worse, actually.""Because you were using them to try to forget Lyra," Mira points out. "That never works.""I know that now." I run a hand through my hair in frustration. "Gods, I'm a mess.""Yes, you are," she agrees with characteristic bluntness. "But that doesn't mean you can't figure your shit out."A sudden flush of anger rises in me. "Easy for you to
KieranThe palace gardens are annoyingly perfect—every shrub precisely trimmed, every flower arranged in meticulous patterns, like nature couldn't be trusted to look good without human interference. I find a secluded bench beneath a weeping willow, as far from the manicured beds as possible, and drop onto it with a heavy sigh.It's been two hours since I quietly slipped out of my chambers, unable to stay there any longer. The thin walls did little to muffle the sounds from Lyra's room, each soft gasp and whispered endearment like a knife twisting in my chest. I knew this was coming—hell, I practically pushed her toward the prince—but knowing something will hurt doesn't actually make it hurt less when it happens.I lean back, staring up through willow branches at the darkening sky. At least the stars look the same here as they do back home. Small comfort, but I'll take what I can get."Thought I might find you out here sulking."I don't need to look to recognize Mira's voice. She's been