The night had been long and fraught with anxiety. King Raven paced relentlessly across the cold stone floors of the royal chambers, each step echoing in the silence of the waiting hall. The heavy air was thick with unease, the tension of the night pressing against his chest, making it harder to breathe. The distant shouts of his wife, Queen Sapphire, had pierced through the quiet at intervals, each cry a reminder of the danger she faced, the peril of childbirth. His heart raced in tandem with her struggles, and every loud shout sent a shockwave of dread through him.
As hours dragged on, it felt as though the weight of his responsibilities had become an unbearable burden. Threats had loomed over his marriage for months, casting dark shadows over their happiness. Whispers of conspiracies, political alliances, but tonight, the greatest battle was not for the throne—it was for the life of the woman he loved and the child they hoped to welcome into the world.