C472 THE HEART OVER THE THRONE

"The baby is fading, Elara. You can feel it, can't you? The pulse is slowing down." The Second Prince smiled, a gruesome sight that did not reach his eyes. He stood in the center of the wrecked hall, his robes soaked in the gore of his fallen guards. He held a small, black orb that pulsed in time with Elara's own womb. It was a tether