Though Katelyn had fallen asleep, Amelie couldn't bring herself to close her eyes. Her mind kept replaying Katelyn's words, how Gabriel had never been in such a condition before.
Restless, she sat upright and quietly climbed down from the bed. Wrapping a shawl around her shoulders, she stepped onto the balcony. The cool night air greeted her as she settled onto the swing, her gaze drifting toward the sky.
"Is all of this happening because of me?" she whispered to herself, the weight of guilt heavy in her voice. "The Queen didn't even look at me when we returned to the palace…"
Her hand gently moved to her bump, caressing it protectively.
She didn't want to believe in prophecies, didn't want to give in to ancient warnings and whispered fates, but everything that had been happening to Gabriel since her arrival in his life… it made her heart pound with growing fear.
