*~Aurora's POV~*
Realization had finally dawned on me—heavy, suffocating, undeniably sweet. I was pregnant. Really….Pregnant. The word itself felt too big for my chest, like it could barely fit inside my body. And yet it was inside me, forming, growing, demanding that I acknowledge it.
And now Rebecca knew.
Rebecca.
The last person on earth—or in hell—who should ever know something this delicate.
Fear curled around my spine, cold and tight, but I inhaled and forced myself to straighten. I am Aurora. I scale through things others would crumble under. I bend, I break, I burn, but I always rise. I always do.
I sat up properly on the bed, brushing strands of the white wig away from my face. Serah, who had been hovering over me for the past ten minutes, gently nudged the spoon toward my lips again like I was some stubborn child refusing to eat.
"My lady, please," she begged softly. "Just one bite. You need strength."
