Lucian arches his eyebrows in suspicion, and my heart lurches, expecting the worse, but then his expression softens into a gentle smile, his eyes twinkling with humor.
"I know," he says softly, reaching for my hand. "I've been waiting for you to tell me."
I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. How long has he known? The question burns in my mind, but before I can voice it, his face lights up with pure joy.
"You're carrying my child," he breathes, his voice filled with wonder and pride. His grip on my hand is warm and steady, grounding me even as my mind races.
I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. He believes it's his. Relief floods through me, mingling with a guilt that I push deep down. This is what's best. This is what's safe.
Lucian's gaze becomes intense, almost reverent, as he places a hand over my stomach, his touch gentle yet possessive. "The Moonborn Heir," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "It's the Prophecy, Talia. Our child is destined to be more than we ever imagined."
I manage a nod, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill. He's overjoyed, lost in a dream of legacy and destiny, and I let him believe it all, even as my own heart aches with the truth.
After breakfast, we head to the council meeting. Lucian’s mood is brighter than I’ve ever seen, his pride radiating from him like moonlight as we enter the hall. The Darkguard is gathered, a mix of expectant faces and eager loyalty. Cade stands at the back, a shadowed look in his eyes, and beside him… Rhea.