Dana POV

　　Every fiber of my being trembled with the intensity of my emotions, my veins pulsating with a torrent of rage that threatened to consume me whole. In that moment of helplessness, I felt the bitter sting of my powerlessness, a crushing reminder of the futility of my anger.

　　"You have to calm down right now, my love, please," Bathel's voice quivered with emotion, his tears mirroring my own as he reached out to comfort me in my darkest hour.

　　And though his touch brought a measure of solace, it could not extinguish the inferno of pain and loss that raged within me.

　　I held Bathel's hand tightly, seeking solace in his comforting presence as he cradled me in his arms. But even as he held me close, I found no respite from the overwhelming weight of guilt and sorrow that threatened to consume me.

　　"I am so sorry," I slurred through tear-stained lips, the words weighed down by the burden of my remorse. "It's my fault I lost our baby... I should have known it was coming. I should have let you kill that servant who tried to harm me," I added, the bitterness of self-reproach tainting my every word.

　　"My love, it's not your fault," Bathel whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance amidst the tempest of my anguish. His kiss upon my hand was a tender gesture of forgiveness, a silent pledge to stand by me in my darkest hour.

　　"I am being careless..." I confessed, my words muddled by the intensity of my sobs. But even as I spoke, I knew that no amount of remorse could undo the tragedy that had befallen us.

　　"I didn't get to save you as quickly as I could," Bathel confessed, his voice heavy with regret. "But you don't have to blame yourself for something you've never done. None of this could have happened if Blaire Van Everhart hadn't given the command," he added, the mention of her name causing a chill to run down my spine.

　　I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down despite the storm of emotions raging within me. The pain in my heart was like a fire, consuming me from within, but I refused to let it overpower me.

　　"Blaire Van Everhart," I repeated, her name etched into my mind like a curse.

　　"She killed my parents, and now she's taken my baby from me," I continued, my voice trembling with a mixture of grief and anger. Clenching my fist, I felt the ache in my heart intensify, a physical manifestation of the agony that gripped my soul. "What did I ever do to her to warrant such cruelty? Why does she take everything I love?" I questioned aloud, my gaze searching Bathel's face for answers, but finding only a steely resolve in his expression.

　　I gazed at Bathel through tear-streaked eyes, determination warring with despair within me as I sought to rise from the bed.

　　"You have to stay here," he urged gently, his voice a tender caress against the tumult of my emotions. "Tell me everything that makes you mad. I will listen to you, but your body has suffered significant physical damage, and I'm afraid it may not be able to function properly," he explained, his words piercing my heart with their stark truth.

　　"Really?" I questioned, a flicker of hope mingling with the despair that threatened to overwhelm me.

　　He kissed my palm, his tears mingling with my own as he whispered, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

　　A wave of desolation washed over me as the realization sank in. "Does this mean I cannot continue my training and serve you as Luna?" I murmured, the weight of my words heavy upon my soul.

　　Bathel drew me closer, enveloping me in his embrace as he sought to offer what solace he could in the face of our shared anguish.

　　"Don't say that. Of course, you can do it once you're fully healed, and you're still gonna be my Luna. We can always make another baby," Bathel whispered, his voice tinged with nervousness as he sought to reassure me.

　　"It's required to have a baby before I could ascend the throne?" I questioned, the weight of his words sending my thoughts spiraling into uncertainty.

　　"It's the words from the Elder Council," he confirmed, his response only serving to deepen my sense of unease.

　　"It's not easy," I murmured, the enormity of the situation pressing down upon me like a heavyweight. "She ruined everything. She hates me. She doesn't want me to become your Luna-" My words trailed off as Bathel enveloped me in his embrace, his head resting against my chest as if seeking solace in the rhythm of my heartbeat.

　　"I don't want to lose you..." Bathel's voice cracked with emotion as he buried his face in my neck, his tears mingling with my own.

　　"You're not gonna lose me," I reassured him, my voice steady despite the ache in my heart.

　　"I won't let them stop me from being who I am, and to love you," I vowed, determination coursing through me like a beacon of hope in the darkness.

　　The door suddenly swung open, revealing the healer, Vivienne, standing on the threshold.

　　"Alpha," she bowed respectfully, her presence interrupting our tender moment.

　　Bathel reluctantly broke away from me, turning to face her with a solemn expression.

　　"Can I have some time with her?" Vivienne requested, her voice gentle yet firm.