[Third Person].
At the sa ti, in the Queen’s chambers, the world felt entirely different.
The noise and movent of the palace did not reach here. The room was calm, filled only with soft voices and the quiet rhythm of new life.
redith sat comfortably, one of the twins in her arms as she breastfed, her posture relaxed despite everything she had gone through the night before.
The other child rested nearby, gently attended to.
Her grandmother sat close, knitting as usual, though her attention was never far from redith.
Rosalie sat nearby, watching in silence, her expression softened by sothing that had been absent for years.
Helena remained close to redith’s side, unable to hide her fascination as she observed both mother and children.
"I still can’t believe it," Helena said softly, her eyes moving between the twins. "Two at once..."
redith smiled faintly, her focus still on the child in her arms, her expression peaceful in a way that needed no explanation.
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As the day progressed, the news spread far beyond the palace.
Stormveil learned that their Queen had given birth—not to one child, but to twins.
The reaction was imdiate. Joy moved through the city like a wave, carrying excitent into every street and ho.
Those who lived near the capital wasted no ti in making their way toward the palace, eager to offer their congratulations in person.
By midday, a crowd had gathered outside.
Draven stepped out to et them. His presence alone was enough to quiet the noise as the people looked toward him with expectation and excitent.
"My people," he began, his voice carrying clearly across the space, "we thank you for your goodwill."
A murmur of respect followed.
"The Queen is in good health, and the children are strong," he said.
Relief and happiness spread instantly through the crowd, and soon cheers rose, loud and unrestrained.
Draven allowed the mont to breathe before raising his hand slightly, bringing calm once more.
"You may return in peace, knowing that Stormveil stands blessed."
Before they left, each person was given a parting gift, a gesture that only deepened their joy as they departed, carrying the news even further.
—
At the Carter residence, the news arrived not long after.
A servant brought word first, followed by confirmation that left no doubt. redith had given birth to twins.
Gabriel listened without interruption, his expression remaining unchanged. Margareth sat next to him, equally composed, her reaction just as restrained.
There was no visible excitent, no outward display of pride or joy. Only silence.
"I see," Gabriel said at last.
And with that, the matter was set aside, as though it carried no weight beyond the words themselves.
—
Back at the palace, the atmosphere remained warm and steady.
Though the celebrations continued in different corners, the true centre of it all remained quiet, contained within redith’s chambers, where mother and children rested—unbothered by the world beyond those walls.
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One month later, the palace prepared for another important occasion.
Unlike the urgency that had filled its halls on the night of the twins’ birth, this day carried a different kind of energy—warm, celebratory, and deliberate.
Every detail had been arranged with care, from the decorated hall to the gathering of guests who had co to witness the naming of Stormveil’s newest heirs.
The ceremony was held in one of the grand halls, its space adorned with soft fabrics and subtle ornants that reflected both royalty and tradition.
mbers of the council, Royal Alphas, Betas, and close allies were present, along with a select number of nobles permitted to attend such an event.
At the center stood the priest. He was an elderly man, robed in ceremonial garnts, his presence calm and authoritative as he prepared to oversee the rite.
Draven and redith entered together.
redith held one of the twins, while Draven carried the other, both children dressed in fine, light fabrics suitable for the occasion.
A quiet murmur passed through the hall at the sight of them, not loud enough to disrupt the mont, but enough to reflect the admiration held by those present.
They stepped forward and stopped before the priest. The hall gradually fell silent.
The priest raised his hands slightly, his voice steady as he began the ritual, invoking blessings upon the children, upon their lineage, and upon the kingdom they had been born into.
His words carried through the hall with quiet authority, each phrase asured, each blessing deliberate.
When the ti ca, he lowered his hands and looked toward Draven. "Have you chosen their nas?" he asked.
Draven did not hesitate. "Yes."
Then, he stepped forward slightly, his voice clear as it carried across the hall. "My daughter shall be called... Luna Oatrun."
A soft murmur followed, the na settling among those present.
Then, without pause, he continued. "My son shall be called... Kieran Oatrun."
This ti, the response was stronger, approval evident in the expressions of the elders and Alphas alike.
The priest nodded, acknowledging the nas before turning his attention to the children. One by one, he placed his hand gently above each of them, offering a final blessing.
"May Luna Oatrun grow under the light that guides her path," he said. "And may Kieran Oatrun stand strong as the shield of his people."
His voice softened slightly as he concluded, "May both walk in strength, wisdom, and honour, following the moon goddess."
When the ritual ended, the hall fell silent once again, and approving voices filled it. The tension that had held the mont together dissolved into celebration as smiles spread across the faces of those present.
Randall stood among them, his expression composed, though there was a hint of approval in his gaze.
Dennis, standing not far away, looked far less restrained, his satisfaction clear as he watched the scene unfold.
Draven turned slightly toward redith, his gaze softening as it rested briefly on her and then on the children.
The ceremony had been completed. The nas had been given.
And with it, the future of Stormveil had taken another step forward.
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