4 Mysterious threat

In the early hours of the morning, Celeste stirred from the embrace of sleep to the subtle yet persistent rhythm of pain coursing through her.

The early hours unfolded with a quiet intensity, the air thick with anticipation. She gently nudged Veron, whose eyes fluttered open instantly.

"My love," she whispered, her voice a soft melody tinged with a hint of pain. "I think it's time."

The king, his heart immediately quickening its beat, sprang out of bed and into action. The palatial chamber came alive with the orchestrated bustle of attendants and servants summoned to aid the impending arrival of the newest member of the royal family.

Salma, a steadfast presence, hurried to Celeste's side. The queen's breaths became measured, her focus locked onto the horizon of the impending birthing journey.