Rose’s POVI sat by the dressing mirror, brushing through my hair with slow, even strokes. Lucas had left early for the training fields, promising he’d be back by midday. He had kissed my forehead before leaving — warm, lingering, a habit he didn’t realize I noticed every time.I watched him disappear through the window earlier, the soldiers parting for him with quiet reverence. I should have felt safe. I did, in a way. But something in me had been restless these past few mornings, something I couldn’t name.When I looked down, my reflection smiled faintly back at me. My hand instinctively fell to the small curve of my stomach, where our child was beginning to show — not much, just a gentle swell beneath the silk. I traced the shape with my fingertips.“You’re growing fast,” I whispered. “He’ll be so proud.”The thought warmed me — and yet, there was a shadow that refused to lift. Maybe it was the memory of that letter, the one that had promised I would never hold this child. Maybe it
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