Ariana's eyes opened gently as she turned. Her body felt heavy, and she noticed she couldn't move her legs. Her eyes widened as the memories from earlier came rushing back. She pushed herself up to sit, her gaze scanning the room for her child.
"Luna Ariana," Leah spoke when she noticed the queen looked worried just immediately she had woken up.
Ariana's eyes finally landed on the sleeping baby. Her expression calmed. The small rolling bed beside her, now covered, stood quietly next to her own. She had been so caught up with herself that she hadn't realized her surroundings.
She couldn't feel any pain in her lower body—it was numb, a reminder of her earlier labor. She just sat there, her eyes moving calmly to the child as the baby there warmed her heart deeply.
Leah grew worried at the queen's silence. She had no idea why Ariana was so calm, as though lost deep in thought.
"Luna Ariana," she called again, this time more gently, more softly.
