Winter tightened its hold over Blackthorn.By the middle of the season, snow blanketed every road, every rooftop, and every forest. Smoke curled lazily from the chimneys of cottages across the kingdom, while frozen rivers glittered beneath pale winter sunlight. Though the cold was fierce, the people welcomed it with warm hearths, shared meals, and the comfort of knowing that their granaries were full.For the first time in many years, winter was not a season of survival.It was a season of peace.Within the palace, however, everyone knew that another important season was approaching.Nova's pregnancy had entered its final weeks.Every servant, every guard, and every member of the royal household seemed to move with quiet anticipation.The nursery had been prepared months ago.Tiny blankets were neatly folded inside carved wooden cabinets. A rocking chair sat beside the fireplace, and the cradle Kieran had spent weeks perfecting stood beneath the window, waiting patiently for its littl
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