I stepped gingerly from the royal carriage, my hand resting on the swell of my belly. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the laughter and chatter of children eagerly awaiting our arrival. King Rhys' warm hand found mine, steadying me as I navigated the cobblestone path that led to the school.

"Are you sure you're up for this, Saoirse?" Rhys’s voice was tinted with concern. His eyes, a reflection of the lush greenery surrounding us, searched my face for any sign of ...