LOGINWe made our way through the palace corridors, nodding to staff who pretended not to notice Emma's pallor or the protective way my hand rested at the small of her back. News of the pregnancy hadn't been officially announced beyond family and a few key staff members, but palace gossip moved faster than official statements. The way servants discreetly removed dishes with strong scents from our presence, the fresh ginger tea that appeared without request each morning—small kindnesses that spoke of knowledge shared in whispers.The royal medical wing occupied the eastern section of the palace, bathed in morning light that streamed through tall windows. Midwife Jeffries waited for us in a comfortable examination room, her silver-streaked auburn hair pulled into its usual severe bun, her formal posture softening slightly as she bowed."Your Majesties," she greeted, her hazel eyes warm despite her rigid adherence to protocol. "How are we feeling this morning, my queen?"
I woke to the sound of retching coming from our bathroom, the harsh morning light streaming through windows I'd forgotten to close the night before. Emma had slipped from bed without waking me, a testament to how deeply I'd slept after weeks of light, troubled rest. Aeson stirred anxiously within me, pushing images of our mate in distress, urging me to move faster as I threw back the covers. The cool marble floor chilled my bare feet as I padded toward the bathroom, my heart clenching at the sound of Emma's misery. I found her kneeling on the floor, her dark hair twisted hastily away from her face, her shoulders trembling with exertion."Emma," I murmured, dropping to my knees beside her. I gathered her hair more securely in one hand, the other rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades. She turned to look at me, her green eyes watery, face pale save for two spots of colour high on her cheekbones. "Sorry," she managed before another wave hit her, turning her
Elena approached more slowly, her eyes bright with unshed tears. She embraced me gently, as if I might break, before pulling back with her hands still on my shoulders. One eyebrow arched elegantly upward."Wait," she said, her keen mind replaying my exact words. "Did you say 'nieces or nephews'? Plural?"My smile widened as fresh tears threatened. "Yes. We're having twins."Elena pulled me into another embrace, this one tighter than the first. "Oh, Emma! Twins!" She laughed against my shoulder, the sound bright with joy. "Leave it to you to outdo everyone else. One royal baby wasn't enough?""Blame Theo," I replied, wiping at my damp cheeks. "Twins run in his family."Elijah clapped Theo on the shoulder, his expression a mixture of congratulations and warning. "Two babies. My sister is carrying two royal heirs. I hope you've increased security accordingly.""Trust me," Theo replied, his voice taking on the edge of steel that emer
I watched Theo arrange the last of the fruit on the platter, his movements careful and deliberate. My hand drifted unconsciously to my still-flat stomach, a gesture that had become habit in the week since we'd discovered our secret. Artemis stirred within me, her presence warm and smug as she pushed images of tiny pups toward my consciousness. The private dining room felt cozy, intimate—perfect for afternoon tea with my brother and Elena. Part of me wished Christian and Lola could join us, but they deserved their time away, their chance to heal from all they'd endured. Besides, this news belonged to family first, and despite all the titles and formalities, that's what we were—family."They're late," Theo observed, glancing at the ornate clock on the mantel as he settled into the chair beside me. His hand found mine beneath the table, fingers interlacing with practiced ease."Elijah is always late," I replied, smiling despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. "It
The sun painted long shadows across the sand as Christian and I walked back toward the beach house, our fingers intertwined, our bodies pleasantly exhausted from a day spent alternating between lazy sunbathing and swimming in the crystal-clear water. Two days into our retreat, and I'd already felt layers of tension melting away—the constant vigilance that had become second nature at the palace, the careful monitoring of my own expressions and words, the lingering fear that at any moment another crisis might emerge. Here, with nothing but ocean and sky surrounding us, I could simply be. Sierra stretched contentedly within me, her presence warm and drowsy with satisfaction."What are you thinking about?" Christian asked, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.I smiled up at him, squinting slightly against the late afternoon light that haloed his dark hair. "How different this feels. How easy." I gestured toward the endless horizon. "No assassination attempts, no false accu
Leon hadn't stopped grinning since we'd arrived at Moonstone Cove, his satisfaction at Lola's delight with our surprise flowing through me like warm honey. I watched her move through the beach house, trailing her fingers over surfaces, pausing to gaze out windows at the ocean view, her amber eyes wide with wonder. This was exactly what we'd needed—space to breathe, to reconnect, to remember who we were beyond the roles we'd been trapped in for months. Sierra's golden presence shimmered just beneath Lola's skin, equally pleased with the escape we'd engineered."The beach is calling," Lola announced, turning to me with that half-smile that never failed to quicken my pulse. "I want to feel sand between my toes."I nodded toward the master suite. "Swimwear's in the wardrobe. I had everything unpacked while we were touring the grounds."She raised an eyebrow. "Efficient as always, Your Grace.""Not Your Grace," I reminded her, catching her hand and pul







