[Meredith].
"I'm not reacting enough," Draven replied.
I held his gaze. There was no teasing in him now, only focus and intent.
Time passed quietly. I rested back against the pillows, one hand unconsciously resting over my stomach.
That faint warmth was still there. Though it was subtle, but alive. And somehow… steady.
Draven remained nearby, pacing only once or twice before stopping again, as if unwilling to put distance between us for too long.
Through the matebond, I sensed another shift. Valmora stirred attentively and paused. A flicker of confusion and something else, like curiosity. Before I could understand it fully, the doors opened.
The royal healer entered swiftly, bowing deeply. "Your Majesties."
"Check her," Draven said immediately without responding to her greetings.
The healer approached, her expression composed but focused. She began her examination carefully, her hands gentle and precise as she assessed me.
