Celeste's POV The morning sickness hit worst at dawn. I had learned to anticipate it, the slow, rolling nausea that crept in before I'd even fully opened my eyes, arriving with the grey light like an uninvited guest who had stopped bothering to knock. I would lie still for a few minutes, breathing carefully through my nose, willing my body to cooperate, and then I would get up anyway because there was work to be done and the work didn't pause for anyone, least of all me. The pack healers had opinions about this. "You should be resting," Healer Senna told me on the third morning, standing in my doorway with her arms folded and the expression of a woman who had delivered enough babies to know exactly which arguments worked and which ones didn't. "You are two months along, Princess. The first trimester is not the time to be overseeing aid distributions and sitting through four hour briefings." "I'm fine," I told her, lacing my boots. "You were sick twice before breakfast." "And
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