A month later.
"Well?" Samara asks impatiently as the physician continues to prod at my skin in his examination.
The older man's eyes are shut, as though listening, and before he ever responds, I know what the results are.
His eyes go wide as he glances at Samara. "She is with child."
My eyes mist with tears as gasps of excitement unfold in the chamber. From Samara, to the maids, the guards outside. In a matter of minutes, the news will have spread to all of Navere.
The second Vampyr heir in so many years. The first had come from me. For a different man. And now, another.
I fight the urge to curl my fingers over my stomach protectively and run as far away as I can from this place. The thought of raising a child here, within these walls, around these people places me in a state of rising panic.
But no one notices.
