The weeks dissolved into a blur of falling snow and the steady hum of my expanding kingdom. Before I could even mentally prepare myself for the reality of it, the fifty-day mark arrived right in the dead of mid-winter.
At least this time, it didn't catch me by surprise and came a few days earlier. But it doesn't make the experience less easy.
Outside, the blizzard was howling against the dark stone walls of the West Way, but inside the Sovereign Wing, the air was a stifling, tropical furnace. True to his word, Damar hadn't set a single foot outdoors since the first real dawn of winter.
He was absolutely terrified that a random draft of arctic wind would trigger his serpent instincts and force him into a deep hibernation before he could witness the birth of our child.
And I was entirely in support of it.
If he was going to sleep through the winter, it would only be after he held his baby and gave them a name.
