(Third Person POV)
The chill of the night air, a constant companion even in the heart of summer, brushed against Juriel's skin. She leaned against the ancient, moss covered stone wall, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves mingling with the faint perfume she’d meticulously applied. The castle, a brooding silhouette against the inky sky, seemed to press in on her, yet she felt a profound sense of peace. Tonight, the stars, a billion tiny diamonds scattered across the velvet cloth of the night, were her only company. And the crescent moon, a sliver of silver, cast a delicate glow upon her swollen belly.
Juriel traced the soft curve of her burgeoning womb with a fingertip. It had been a long road to this moment, a journey marked by centuries of whispered secrets and whispered hopes
