PROLOGUEAn ear-splitting scream tore through the lungs of the Queen of Varnholt.Her eyes blurred, sweat dripping from her forehead down to her parted lips, stinging them with salt."I can't do this anymore..." she whimpered, her voice broken, "I can't.""My Queen, the future heir is in your womb, I beg that you don't give up," the oldest midwife pleaded with her, her hands slick and trembling. The others held her wrists, her knees, so she didn't thrash off the birthing stool.With one final push, a sound ripped from her that wasn't human — and then another sound answered it. A raw, furious wail. Red, wet, and writhing, the child was lifted, quickly covered with a thin white napkin, his fists punching at the air.The relief in the room lasted one breath.Color dried from the midwife's face, her hand still pressed to the Queen's belly. "There is another one," she whispered.The room went chill. The fire crackled too loud. Everyone looked at each other."What is going on? What do you m
Last Updated : 2026-08-19 Read more