Almost everyone was frozen in place.
The spectators?
The nobles?
The warriors who had fought moments ago?
Even King Julius himself stood utterly stunned.
For the first time since he had ascended the throne, the King of Atlantis felt his thoughts fracture into complete disarray.
Pregnant?
His daughter? his real daughter? pregnant? Like real thing in which one have kids pop out their stumacks? After doing that.. that thing???
By a human?
The idea didn't just feel wrong. It felt impossible. Unreal. Like a statement that shattered the laws of sense itself. His mind rejected it instinctively, yet the image in front of him refused to fade: Razeal's arm firm around Sofia's waist, her body drawn close to his without resistance, her silence heavier than any protest.
King Julius's breath stalled halfway through his chest.
He genuinely didn't know what to say.
For a ruler who had silenced oceans and commanded storms, words abandoned him completely.
