Chapter 17 - Whispers of the Ancients
With the Eastern Wastes secured and internal treason eradicated, peace settled over the kingdom of Aldoria like a warm summer blanket. Rebuilding efforts flourished across the provinces, trade routes reopened, and the common people prospered under the benevolent rule of King Kaelen and Queen Rowena.
However, deep within the private sanctuary beneath the royal library, a new mystery began to unfold.
Rowena sat at a large mahogany table covered in ancient text scrolls recovered from Malakor’s citadel. Beside her, High Priest Aldous carefully translated the forgotten glyphs etched onto a heavy golden tablet.
"My Queen," High Priest Aldous murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he read the translation. "This text speaks of the origin of your bloodline."
Rowena looked up from her books, her interest piqued. "My bloodline? I was told my mother was a simple healer from a small farming village."
"Your mother was a healer, yes," Aldous explained, pointing to a shimmering moon symbol carved into the gold. "But she was the last direct descendant of the First Moon Priestesses—the original guardians who forged the bond between the Alpha Kings and the Moon Goddess centuries ago."
Kaelen stepped into the sanctuary, his broad frame filling the doorway. He walked over to Rowena, resting his hands gently on her shoulders. "Which explains why her magic didn't just break my curse—it amplified my own Alpha power to levels never seen before."
"Precisely, Your Majesty," Aldous bowed. "The tablet predicts that when the blood of the First Priestess unites with the true Alpha King, their union will bring forth an era of absolute magic—a blessing that will permanently protect the kingdom from dark sorcery for generations."
Aldous hesitated, looking at the couple with a warm, knowing smile. "And according to the sacred texts... the sign of this ancient union manifests when the Queen carries the royal heir."
Rowena’s breath caught in her throat. She instinctively placed her hand over her lower stomach, feeling a tiny, warm pulse of gentle magical energy that she had only begun to notice over the last few days.
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Kaelen froze, his silver eyes widening in absolute shock. He looked down at Rowena, his jaw dropping slightly. "Rowena... is it true?"
Rowena looked up at him, tears of overwhelming joy glistening in her dark eyes, a radiant smile illuminating her face. "Yes, Kaelen. We are going to have a child."
