"Your Highness, I strongly recommend we get you to the royal clinic now!" Doctor Thessa interjected, rushing forward. Her gloves were stained with a sheen of blood. "Your body is trying to deliver. You won't be able to delay much longer."
Luna's eyes flickered toward Thessa but didn't soften. "I would rather die than bring this child into a world that wants to kill it."
Her words were volcanic. Cold on the surface, but filled with explosive grief just beneath. Her entire body trembled from the sheer, unbearable injustice. She could feel the baby moving within her, her womb aching with pressure. And yet, the child's very existence was now a death sentence.
And still, no one offered a solution.
No one offered to save it.
Damien was done listening to the madness. After everything, she would not end it like this.
She was not going to die on him.
He moved without warning.
