"Sit down!" Morwenna snapped, her voice sharp enough to slice through Roxanne's frantic pacing.
The emperor froze mid-step, chest heaving, eyes wild with the kind of panic only an alpha can feel when their omega is in labor. Morwenna had originally been inside the delivery room, both as Vivianne's mother-in-law and as the closest thing Vivianne had to a mother now, but Roxanne's restless commotion had grown unbearable. She stepped out to knock some sense into her daughter.
Seeing Roxanne like this tugged at something old and fond in her memory. Perhaps this was exactly how Ashkareth had looked when she had given birth to Roxanne years ago, so manic with fear that almost twenty guards had to physically restrain her from breaking down the doors.
