The goddess had just announced Violet's awakening and now, everyone was going to know about the child she had birthed in the human realm.
Baron's cold and cruel laughter broke through the commotion.
He lifted his head from where he lay sprawled and with a summon of his air ability, slammed the hovering swords away and sent it across the floor.
Consort Baron rose to his feet slowly, dusting himself off, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
Queen Seraphira didn't move. Her expression had paled to a shade just shy of ghostly, her posture rigid.
The noise had drawn the attention of the councilors, many of whom had still been huddled at the window, trying to make sense of the impossible. Even now, the sky outside remained dark, the twin moons casting an eerie glow across the land.
"But the queen isn't pregnant," someone said.
"So how can the free Fae have a heir already?" another followed.
The speculation circled the air until Baron's voice cut through it all.
