Mate Fever Spike

The silence of the Royal Wing was usually my enemy, but tonight, it felt like a mocking blanket wrapped around a burning coal. I lay in the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my legs, trying to find a position that didn't feel like fire against my skin.

It had started subtly after the Gavel Chamber victory. A simple cold sweat. But now, hours later, the sweat was gone, replaced by a deep, terrifying heat that radiated from the center of my chest. It felt like my very ...