In the early morning hours, everyone rushed to the chamber where Amelie and Gabriel were staying.
"Ahhh!" Amelie cried in labor pain.
The maids gave way to the Queen and Amelie's mother, who found Amelie writhing in pain on the bed.
"Mom, have the doctor and healers come? My wife… Amelie went into early labor," Gabriel muttered, panicking while holding Amelie's hand tightly. Lowering his head, he quickly brushed away the strands from her damp face, which was covered in sweat.
"Yes, they are on their way. Don't worry. Amelie is ready for the birth, I believe," Mabel stated and glanced at Samyra, who had sat by Amelie's side.
"It's too painful. Noa is kicking vigorously," Amelie said, tears escaping from the corner of her eyes, her breathing turning ragged.
"Dear, you'll get through it. Just for a few more moments. The doctor will be here any minute," Samyra whispered, feeling worried to see her daughter like this.
