Morning arrived quietly.
The queen lay peacefully in her bed, the soft rays of dawn peeking through the windows. Beside her, the baby slept, nestled in the warmth of the blankets.
Slowly, the queen opened her eyes, stretching lightly as she sat up. But as her gaze fell upon the baby, her entire body froze.
A crimson glow pulsed from the infant's chest—dark magic swirling gently around him like smoke. Her heart clenched. Panic crept into her chest.
She gasped.
Her voice barely escaped in a whisper. "No…"
Then—Sebastien—who had been connected to the baby through the vision spell—was suddenly overwhelmed. His eyes widened as a powerful force dragged him into darkness. His mind swirled. Images blurred.
Then, light.
Sebastien snapped awake, breathless.
He was no longer seeing the queen's vision.
In front of him sat Ignareth, his sharp eyes calm, unreadable. Gently, Ignareth lowered his hand from Sebastien's forehead and spoke softly, "I couldn't show you the full memory."
