Chapter 871:

Vladya took Aekeira’s hand, whispering constant words of encouragement.

Daemonikai held Emeriel more firmly as she lunged toward her, her body torn by the effort and her cries guttural.

“Alright, Princess, again!”

And they did.

Over and over.

Two men—warriors, rulers, predators—became helpless spectators as the fiercest battle they had ever witnessed was fought before them. A life-or-death struggle. Blood and breath.

Then… a scream. A piercing, primal scream.

as the midwife smiled, lifting a small,

My son.

He smiled

through him, euphoria drowning out every coherent

placed the child in his arms. She

his son. Emeriel seemed too exhausted to speak, but her eyes never left the little

did it,

scream tore through the

in her arms.

slackened for a moment

the child. He and Aekeira stared at him

baby’s wet forehead.

Vladya’s gaze. Both

emotion passed between them in a look

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