Chapter:17 The Unexpected News

North of seven days had passed since Michael had headed out for the ocean war, passing on Sela and Tommy to regulate the issues of the realm. As the days extended on, Sela started to feel unwell, her stomach stirring with queasiness.

"Is it true that you are okay, Sela?" Tommy asked, concern scratched all over as she watched her sister-spouse pale with distress.

"I don't know, Tommy," Sela answered, her voice stressed. " I feel...strange."

Before Tommy could answer, Sela multiplied over in torment, her body racked with fierce spasms. Tommy's heart beat with dread as she hurried to Sela's side, her psyche dashing with stress.

"Guards!" Tommy called out, her voice touched with alarm. " Help me, rapidly!"

The watchmen got a move on, to help Tommy as she battled to help Sela's shudder structure. Together, they conveyed Sela to her chambers, laying her delicately on the bed as they gathered the illustrious doctors.

"Remain with her, Tommy," one of the gatekeepers said, his voice delicate however firm. " We'll bring the specialists."

As Tommy observed vulnerably, her psyche loaded up with dread and vulnerability. She had never seen Sela in such pain, and seeing her sister-spouse lying pale and oblivious filled her with fear.

After what felt like an unfathomable length of time, the imperial doctors showed up, their appearances grave with worry as they surveyed Sela's condition.

"What's up with her?" Tommy asked, her voice shudder with uneasiness.

"We don't as yet know, Your Greatness," one of the doctors answered, his forehead wrinkled with stress. " In any case, we'll give our very best for help her."

As the specialists attempted to balance out Sela, Tommy paced restlessly outside the room, her brain consumed with stress for her sister-spouse's prosperity.

After what felt like an unending length of time, the ways to Sela's chambers opened, and the lead doctor arose, his appearance indiscernible.

"Is she...alright?" Tommy asked, her voice scarcely over a murmur.

The doctor's look mellowed, and he offered Tommy a little grin.

"She will be fine, Your Excellency," he said, his voice loaded up with consolation. " She's superior to fine, truth be told."

Tommy's heart skirted a thump as she trusted that the doctor will proceed.

"Your meaning could be a little more obvious." she asked, her voice touched with trust.

The doctor's grin augmented, and he conveyed the news that would make a huge difference.

"Ruler Sela is pregnant," he reported, his words reverberating through the passage with a feeling of miracle.

Tears welled in Tommy's eyes as she handled the news, her heart spilling over with satisfaction and alleviation.

"Pregnant?" she rehashed, her voice shaking with feeling. " With Michael's youngster?"

The doctor gestured, his eyes gleaming with please.

"Indeed, Your Excellency," he answered. " Apparently Sela's sickness was not a disease by any stretch of the imagination, but instead the principal indications of another life."

Tommy's heart expanded with appreciation as she expressed gratitude toward the doctor for his consideration, her brain turning with the ramifications of the news.

As she ventured into Sela's chambers, she felt a feeling of stunningness and marvel wash over her. The fate of their realm had never appeared to be more splendid, and she promised to make every effort to safeguard the new life developing inside Sela's belly.

In the interim, adrift, Michael and his military had effectively arrived on the shores of the Rritin Realm, prepared to start the ground war that would come to be known as the Fallen Conflict.

"We've made it, men," Michael pronounced, his voice ringing out over the sound of crashing waves. " Presently, now is the ideal time to show the Rritin Realm what's truly under the surface."

The warriors cheered, their spirits floated by the possibility of triumph as they arranged to walk inland towards the core of the hostile area's.

As they progressed, Michael's brain hustled with plans and systems, his contemplations consumed by the job needing to be done. The outcome of their main goal relied upon their capacity to outsmart the foe and secure a traction on Rritin soil.

"Skipper, have the cannons prepared," Michael requested, his voice telling. " We'll require each benefit we can get in the fights to come."

The commander gestured, his look resolute as he handed-off the orders to the gunnery group. The cannons had demonstrated their value on the combat zone, and not entirely set in stone to really take advantage of their capability in the conflict against the Rritin Domain.

As they walked, the scene of the Rritin Domain unfurled before them, a tremendous spread of moving slopes and thick woodlands. The adversary lay secret in the shadows, holding on to strike at the lucky second.

"Pay attention, men," Michael advised, his eyes filtering the skyline for any indication of development. " The Rritin Domain might be impressive, yet we are more grounded together."

The fighters gestured, their assurance steadfast as they pushed forward into the core of hostile area. The Fallen Conflict had started, and Michael was prepared to lead his military to triumph, regardless of the expense.

As they walked, the ground underneath their feet shuddered with the heaviness of approaching struggle, and Michael realize that the destiny of their realm remained in a precarious situation. Yet, with the boldness

furthermore, strength of his troopers next to him, he was certain that they would arise successful eventually.