The people stared in disbelief. Some knelt. Others cried. The guards threw down their weapons and began to cheer. Mothers lifted their children, warriors bowed, and elders pressed their hands together in silent thanks.

“Bless the Luna,” someone shouted.

“Bless the heir of Drukbane!” another cried.

The entire kingdom roared with joy.

Inside the hut, Liora lay back, exhausted, her breathing shallow but steady. Her eyes filled with tears as Draven brought the baby to her. The child ...