Good News

As they started walking towards their carriage, the crowd suddenly swelled, making it nearly impossible to navigate. In the chaos, Amira lost sight of Freya.

"Freya!" she called out, struggling to push through the crowd. Her breath quickened, and tears clouded her vision as she tried to clear her eyes.

Her ears filled with a deafening ringing, drowning out the terrifying screams and the haunting memories of the past. She frantically searched for an escape route, but the air felt thick, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

As she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, she felt a sudden pull, and she was swiftly drawn away from the bustling crowd.

"Breathe, it's not real," a soothing voice murmured close to her face.

She struggled to focus through her blurred vision as she followed the motion of a hand moving in front of her. It was difficult to discern who it was.

However, something caught her eye - her mother's distinctive necklace, the one she had spotted in the market just the other day.

It seemed impossible that there could be a duplicate of it; her mother had always told her that the necklace was a gift from her mother and it was a family heirloom before she got married.

"Amira!!!" The piercing scream of Freya reverberated through the air, reaching Amira from a distance.

The man released his grip on her, but she clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go. She yearned for answers, but her mind was in disarray.

"Amira!"

"Not now, Little Amy, not now," he uttered, finally disentangling himself and melding into the crowd.

Freya hurried forward, seizing Amira before she could falter once more.

"Hey hey, what happened?" Freya's voice fades out as she loses consciousness. The last thing she sees is Marion carrying her away.

Back in the palace.

Queen Miranda stood in the Northern chamber where Amira resided. Alongside her was Royal consort Leyla and Novalie with Katia.

The physician stepped away bowing to the queen who stood close to Amira's bed. Freya stood at the other side.

"She is fine and only needs rest, your Majesty. She can't go into shock like this_" the physician was saying, only to be interrupted by Leyla.

"Are you saying we are the ones stressing her?"

"Pardon me Your Highness that was not my intention am only concerned for her as she's pregnant and would affect the child if she's going into constant sho_"

"Wait what!!"

"Pregnant??"

"Amira is carrying a baby," Freya said as she turned to look at Novalie, who was also happy about the news.

Royal Consort Leyla's brow creases in confusion as she tries to understand the situation.

"Who's pregnant?"

They all heard, and immediately, everyone bowed, moving aside as the king walked in.

"Am sorry to deliver the news in this manner, your Majesty," the physician bowed.

"Oh no no," the king said, clapping happily.

"It's good news. ohh finally, there would b be new blood." The king said his joy profound.

Kati's expression was one of unease as she received the news. Seeking solace, she drew closer to her mother, who remained in a state of disbelief.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. It appears that blessings continue to grace the family," remarked Danielle, as she entered the room accompanied by her maid, Savvy.

She then respectfully bowed to the king.

"Indeed, it seems that the heavens are still on our side," the king responded joyfully.

Queen Miranda turned to the king and smiled.

"This is truly wonderful news. Zyran will be overjoyed to return and find his wife expecting. Let's keep it as a delightful surprise for his homecoming."

Novalie's face lit up with a joyful nod.

"Yes, Mother that would be perfect," she exclaimed.

Freya shook her head with a knowing smile. "Then I won't inform Ezekiel about it, you know he's got a big mouth. He might blurt it out to Zyran," she said.

"Get all the maids to make the place spotless we can't afford her tripping or getting the air polluted." The king said with a happy laugh as he began exiting the room.

Danielle was the last to leave her eyes focused on Amira the last time before turning to leave.

Amira awoke in the dead of night, the flickering candles on the verge of extinguishing, and the window thrown wide open, framing the crescent moon in the distance.

Sensing a presence in the room, she rose from her bed to shut the window, feeling the chill of the dropping temperature in the air.

"Your Highness?" Nora's drowsy voice reached Amira's ears.

"Go back to sleep, Nora. I'm just closing the window," Amira reassured her, prompting Nora to awaken fully in an instant.

"You shouldn't leave the bed, your Highness," Nora said, rushing to turn on another candle.

"Why??"

"Oh, God, His Majesty will have my head if anything goes wrong," Nora exclaimed in distress.

"Don't be dramatic, Nora. I am just closing the window and am not bedridden," replied Amira in a calm tone.

"Of course not, but you are pregnant, and we don't want to stress you or the ba—" The sentence was left unfinished as Amira interrupted with shock.

"What??"

Amira's voice was filled with shock as she turned to look at Nora. Nora's expression quickly transformed from one of worry to pure happiness.

"Yes, your Highness, you are pregnant. The physician confirmed it this evening, and everyone is aware of it," Nora joyfully announced.

"Really? I.. I am pregnant with Zyran's child," she said, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach.

Nora simply nodded, confirming the wonderful news.