Moonlit blood: The Vampire - Werewolf Saga

bling as she held the newborn infant. "Your majesty, it's a girl," she

o, it cannot be... The prophecy. It's supposed to be a boy,"

kened by the ordeal of childbirth, raised her head, a

he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain.

s voice trembling with anticipation as he turned to

that she is currently in labor, Your Majesty," he replied, his voice firm

ith thoughts of the prophecy and the future of his kingdom. Suddenly, a commotion outside the doo

he exclaimed, her voice shrill with joy. "

rge of triumph and relief wash over him, and he raised his hands to the heavens in gratitude. "Praise the gods!" he exclaimed, h

ground to tremble. The king's head jerked up, his eyes widening in alarm as he stared at the cap

a frantic rush. "The Shadowmoon clan... they've breached the castle walls. T

the attack. He knew that the Shadowmoon clan was a ruthless and powerful force, feared throughout the land for the

greed, already striding towards the door, his guards falling into step beside him. "We'll

, her voice trembling with worry as she clutched the Queen's frail hand. "The

knew that Queen Dalia's health had been declining rapidly, and the thought of leaving her behind was

e said finally, his voice firm but laced with regret. "But for now, the Pri

ping her against the pillows. "I'll take care of her, Your Majesty," she promised, her voice

he turned to follow his guards, the sound of clashing ste

red and her body frail. "Bring me my daughter, I want to hold her one last time." The Que

ng with emotion. She gently lifted the small, pink, frail but beautif

, her voice trembling with grief. "You have been destined for great things, my darling; things that cannot be achieved if you stay here. Nobody can know that you exist, until

ts clenched in distress. The Queen's tears flowed freely, streaming down her face like a

place. Please, love her, cherish her, and keep her safe. Make sure she gets all the love that I co

off the delicate, golden bracelet she was wearing and gently fastened it onto her daughter's tiny wrist. The bracelet, adorne

h light as a feather. "Kaidaira, my Kaidaira," she whispered, her voice barely audible,

of fear and determination. The Queen's hand extended, her fingers closing around a small, leather pouch filled with go

he Queen's voice rose, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "Now go! Run, and don't look back. Don'

ted towards the door. The baby, Kaidaira, lay secure in her arms, her small face scrunched up in a cry. The servant bu

med ahead, their branches creaking in the wind. The servant darted between them, her feet