On the summit of the High Ridge of the Ravens, the cold mountain wind seemed to hold its breath. King Kaelen’s hand rested against Queen Amara’s stomach, beneath the layers of spun wool and velvet tunic. For a heartbeat, the formidable monarch who had faced hundred-man shield walls without flinching was entirely frozen, his deep twilight eyes widening in utter, stunned wonder. Beneath his palm, he felt a faint, distinct…
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