Elena’s POV
The news about my pregnancy was the biggest and brightest scent we had ever kay for while. For toys, my sis ourselves, just enjoying the moment by ourselves first.
What’s funny is that after learning and my pregnancy, it liked like theron had becomes you to we beopro and excited, almost like there was a light around tiles, and we he became myton Venomot everywhere and drove the Royal Guard commanders mad by constantly unstinting the day yooded my body was
entered.
By now, I think everyone was already confused by his action.
But now we were ready to tell the world, and our first task was to tell Rafael,
We sat him down one evening in the library, the setting of so many of his moments. Deacon kod bore him, telking both of the boy’s hands.
“Rafael,” Deacon said, his voice soft but serious. “You know you are my son, in every way that matters, corred?”
afael nodded solemnly, “Yes. I’me little wolf”
miled. Since we adopted
ou are,” I confirmed Moon Goddess has
Rafael tilted h
Deacon ch
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un
already established the fact that he’s our son, and he started to call us Mom and Dad
- em. “And you have been so brave and so strong for us. Because you are so brane, the a very important new job.”
“What job? Do I get a uniform?”
uniform. You are going to be a big brother, little wolf. Your mother is carrying our
sink in, Rafael’s face moved through confusion, scepticism, and then erupted in pure,
ed, jumping up and down. “Or a sister? Will the
o my arms, hugging my neck so tightly I lay
them everything, Raf,” I promised, kissing
officially onboard, it was time to share the The Kingdom had endured months of d y and hope for the future.
Al Council Chamber, the same roo
amber was parked. The Roya
pation, though most assur with a distant territory
con and I walked
ubly rose to
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ve had hoped for… complete.
best big brother in the Kingdom”
e agreed the announcement should be publ ce, they needed a reason to celebrate, a symbol
sealed, was chosen for the official announcement.
gh–ranking noble filled every chair. The air crackled with new trade agreements or perhaps a formal declaration of
ceremonial crowns. The moment we appearest, the entire
all of them, which surprised them because it wasn’t one of those
is voice boomed in the entire room. “For weeks, we had been talking about Th joy.”
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The room became filled with mutters.
“What is it?” King Desmond, with a glint in his eyes, as if he had a hint about what his brother was talking about, asked.
Deacon paused a little, giving it a suspense before reaching out to pull me as he placed his large hand gently on my still–flat
stomach.
“Three months ago,” Deacon continued, his voice thick with emotion, “our wedding was interrupted by a dark shadow of the past. That shadow sought to destroy the stability of the crown and the life of my family. But my wife and I stood firm. We faced the storm, and we survived.”
He turned back to the audience, his expression triumphant. “Today, I announce to the Kingdom that the Moon Goddess has
blessed our union. The Princess is pregnant.”
The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming.
Silence hung for one beat, as everyone processed the weight of the news–a true, indisputable heir. Then, the Chamber exploded.
The roar of approval was deafening.
“Congratulations, brother! Finally, a heir!” King Desmond uttered happily as he stood up from his chair and gave both of us a
hug.
Everyone was happy about the news, but I’m happier to see the brothers on good terms again, even closer than before.
I felt tears streaming down my face as I watched the unbridled happiness unfold before me.
We had learned a few days ago that King Desmon had everything planned to have me marry his brother. Since he and the Queen didn’t have children, he wanted to pass the line to our offspring and besides…. It turned out he knew that Deacon loved me before and wanted to give him a little push. That’s why he did what he did.
Deacon put his arm around me, pulling me close so I could share the moment.
The joy was infectious. Alpha Valerius, who had just prosecuted Glenda, led the charge, raising his glass and shouting, “To the Princess! To the Royal Heir!”
I stepped up to the podium, waiting for the noise to subside. When it finally did, I looked out at the faces, faces that had once judged me, ignored me, or pitied me. Now, they were filled with love and respect.
“Everyone,” I said, my voice clear and strong. “This child is not just the future of the Kingdom; this child is the embodiment of hope. This child is a testament that love triumphs over hate, and that creation will always defeat destruction.”
I placed my own hand over Deacon’s on my stomach. “We will raise this child with the same strength, the same integrity, and the same fierce love that we showed when defending this throne. Thank you for your support, and thank you for your faith.”
The second wave of cheering was even louder than the first. The weight of the crown suddenly felt lighter, buoyed by the genuine love of our people.
Later that evening, as the official celebrations continued in the ballroom, Deacon and I stood on the balcony, watching the lights glitter across the city.
“We did it,” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.
“We did,” Deacon agreed, kissing my temple.
The dark memories of the attack, of Glenda and Bryson, were receding, tinally replaced by the overwhelming, powerful promise
of a new life.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
