Bianca
Sleep didn’t come easily that night.
After my conversation with Benjamin, I’d retreated to my mother’s bedroom, crawled under the faded blue canopy, and attempted to process everything I’d learned. My father had murdered my mother. Had orchestrated a cover-up that spanned a decade, blamed an entire kingdom, and manipulated public sentiment to consolidate his power.
The enormity of it was almost too much to bear.
But it wasn’t grief that was keeping me awake at two o’clock in the morning. It was pain.
The cramps kept radiating through my lower abdomen, making me curl into a ball beneath the blankets. The baby was unhappy. I knew why, of course. Isaac was too far away. In the Lycan palace, our rooms shared a wall. Here, he was all the way across the manor in the gu
