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Comrade 117

Comrade 117

Eva stood in the nursery, her hands resting on the crib where her sons lay, both asleep for the moment. She watched them closely, feeling the weight of their destinies pressing down on her. Caelum, her wolf-born child, lay on his side, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. Silas, her vampire-blooded son, lay beside him, his dark eyes closed, his face peaceful. But Eva knew better than to let her guard down. There was too much at stake.

Suddenly, a loud crack broke the silence. Eva’s heart leapt in her chest as she turned quickly, her eyes searching for the source of the sound. She saw it immediately—the room was filled with a strange, orange glow.

Silas was standing in his crib, his hands raised, his eyes wide with an unnatural gleam. Before Eva could react, the flames flickered up from the edges of the room, curling and twisting toward the ceiling. The nursery, the safe haven she had made for her children, was being consumed by fire.

“Silas!” Eva screamed, rushing toward him. But as she neared, her heart stuttered in her chest. The flames were wild, too much for a child so young, too much for her to control. She could feel the heat licking at her skin, threatening to burn her alive.

But then, out of nowhere, Caelum let out a long, mournful howl—a sound that seemed to vibrate through the walls. In an instant, the flames around Silas dissipated, vanishing as though they had never been there. Silas blinked in confusion, his little hands dropping to his sides as the last of the fire flickered out of existence.

Eva stared at her sons, her pulse racing. Her eyes shifted between Caelum and Silas, and she saw it—something deep and undeniable between them. They weren’t just siblings. They weren’t just children. They were something more. They were bound by something ancient. Something that couldn’t be ignored.

Max appeared in the doorway, his face pale, eyes wide with concern. His breath caught when he saw the aftermath of the flames and the way Caelum and Silas were looking at each other. He stepped forward, his voice quiet but firm.

“They’re each other’s balance,” Max said, his voice heavy with understanding. “And each other’s threat.”

Eva felt a lump form in her throat as she turned toward him. “What do you mean? What’s happening to them?”

Max shook his head, his expression troubled. “I don’t know yet. But I think they’re starting to awaken. The power… it’s growing stronger in them. And it’s not just one power. It’s both.”

Eva’s mind raced, her heart sinking. Her sons had always been special, but now, they were more than she could have ever imagined. The prophecy was real, and it was beginning to unfold before her eyes. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready for them to carry the weight of the world on their tiny shoulders.

But as Max spoke again, his voice low and filled with concern, Eva knew they couldn’t ignore it. They couldn’t run from it.

Max stepped closer, kneeling beside the crib. “They’re not just children, Eva. They’re destined for something bigger. Something dangerous.”

Eva clenched her fists, struggling to hold back the emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I won’t let them be destroyed. I won’t let the prophecy tear them apart.”

Max met her gaze, his expression grim. “You can’t stop the prophecy. But you can guide them. Teach them how to control it.”

Before Eva could respond, the door to the nursery opened again, and the seer entered. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with shock. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the twins, her mouth slightly open as she stared at them.

The room fell silent, and Eva’s breath caught. The seer had seen something. Something none of them had fully understood.

“They’re not destined to destroy each other,” the seer whispered, her voice trembling. “They’re destined to choose.”

Eva’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean? Choose what?”

The seer took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving the twins. “One will rise to unite the wolves and vampires. The other will bring the war that ends both. They will have to choose which path to follow, and which path to reject. But their choice will shape everything.”

Eva felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath her. She had always known there was something special about her sons, but this… this was beyond anything she could have prepared for. Her mind raced, trying to grasp the meaning of the seer’s words, trying to understand what was coming.

Max was silent, his face shadowed with his own thoughts. Eva turned to him, her voice soft but urgent. “Max, what does this mean? What are they supposed to choose?”

Max took a long breath, his gaze flicking to the twins. He reached out and gently touched Caelum’s small hand, then Silas’s. “It means they’re not just weapons in the prophecy. They are the future. They will decide whether we live or die. Whether our world lives or dies.”

The weight of his words settled over Eva like a heavy cloak. She looked at her sons, feeling an overwhelming love for them, but also fear. Fear for what the future would hold for them.

“I won’t let them be torn apart,” Eva whispered, her voice fierce and resolute. “I will protect them. No matter what.”

Max nodded, his hand resting on her shoulder. “We’ll protect them. Together.”

The seer stood still, her gaze never leaving the twins. “You have months, maybe weeks. You need to prepare them for what’s coming. For the choice they’ll have to make.”

Eva’s heart pounded in her chest, but she nodded, knowing she had no other choice. The path ahead would be difficult, filled with impossible decisions and sacrifices. But she wouldn’t let them face it alone.

“They’re not destined to destroy each other. They’re destined to choose,” the seer repeated softly, almost to herself, as if the words had only just begun to sink in.

Eva watched the twins, her heart swelling with love and determination. She would stand by them, no matter what choice they made.

Because she knew that whatever came next, she would fight for them. And she would fight for their future.

“Then let’s find out which path they’ll choose,” Eva said, her voice steady and sure.

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Princess Evangeline of Morwyn sat in the quiet waiting room of the royal physician’s office, her mind a whirlwind of fear and fragile hope. The grand palace, bathed in soft afternoon light, felt both like a home and a cage. She had been married to Crown Prince Sebastian of Valdris for three years, but their union was nothing more than a political arrangement—an alliance forged by their fathers to secure peace between their lands.

From the very beginning, Sebastian made it clear that his marriage to Evangeline was purely out of duty, not affection. They slept in separate chambers, exchanged only polite words in public, and maintained a cold civility that masked the emptiness beneath. Evangeline had once dreamed that time might change things, that she might earn his heart, but years of distance had buried that hope deep inside her.

Recently, however, her body had begun to change. She felt nauseated in the mornings, dizzy, and uncommonly tired. These signs, though subtle, stirred a small flame of longing within her—a desperate wish that she might finally be carrying his child. Perhaps, she thought, a baby could soften Sebastian’s heart and give meaning to their lifeless marriage.

When the physician, Master Aldrich, appeared at the doorway, his kind smile gave her both comfort and dread. He led her into his study, a cozy room filled with the scent of herbs, the warmth of a crackling fire, and shelves of ancient medical texts. Evangeline sat nervously as the old man took a sealed parchment from his desk.

With a gentle voice, Master Aldrich delivered the news that would change everything: “Your Highness, I’m delighted to tell you that you are indeed expecting.”

Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat. Her trembling hands broke the royal seal and scanned the words written neatly across the parchment. Pregnant. She was truly with child. Before she could even absorb the shock, Master Aldrich continued, beaming with joy—she was not carrying just one baby, but twins.

The revelation sent a rush of emotion through her—relief, disbelief, joy. Twins! Two heirs for the royal family. The weight of that realization made her dizzy, but it also filled her with warmth and purpose. For the first time in years, she smiled with genuine happiness. Perhaps this was the miracle she needed to mend what had long been broken.

In that moment, she imagined Sebastian’s face lighting up with pride and excitement. She pictured him embracing her, maybe even thanking her. The thought filled her with renewed courage. She thanked Master Aldrich graciously and insisted that she would tell Sebastian the news herself. This moment, she decided, must belong to them alone.

Walking through the grand marble corridors of the palace, Evangeline’s heart felt light for the first time in years. Servants bowed as she passed, but she hardly noticed them—her mind was focused only on Sebastian and the life growing inside her. She wanted to see him, to share the joy, to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could still bloom between them.

As she approached the door of Sebastian’s private study, her steps quickened. She called out softly, “Sebastian! My lord, I have the most wonderful news to—”

But her voice faltered.

Through the half-open door, Evangeline froze at the sight before her. Her husband stood with Lady Cordelia Ashworth, daughter of the Duke of Greymont, wrapped in his arms. The woman’s fiery red hair cascaded over Sebastian’s shoulders as he held her close. Evangeline’s heart stopped when she saw him tilt Cordelia’s chin upward and press his lips to hers—a tender, passionate kiss filled with the warmth and love she had begged the heavens for all these years.

It was everything she had ever wanted—and it wasn’t hers.

For a long, unbearable second, Evangeline could only stare. The parchment with her pregnancy confirmation still trembled in her hand. Then, in a broken whisper, she said his name: “Sebastian…”

The Crown Prince turned sharply, surprise flashing across his features before being quickly masked by his usual calm. Cordelia paled and stepped back, though Sebastian’s arm lingered protectively around her waist.

“Evangeline,” he said evenly, as though she were a stranger interrupting him, “what brings you here?”

Her throat tightened. She forced herself to stand tall, even as tears burned behind her eyes. “I… I live here,” she managed, her voice quivering. “I’m your wife.”

Sebastian’s cold gaze didn’t soften. “Is there something you need?” he asked, the same way he might address a court official.

Something inside Evangeline broke. Just minutes ago, she had been radiant with hope, ready to tell him that she carried his children—the future of his line. But now, staring at the indifference in his eyes and the woman in his arms, she realized the truth she had avoided for too long.

He would never love her. Not even their unborn children could change that.

A calmness settled over her—a cold, regal resolve that masked the chaos in her chest. Straightening her shoulders, Evangeline met his gaze with all the dignity her title demanded.

“Yes, my lord,” she said clearly. “There is something I need.”

Sebastian raised a brow, perhaps expecting her to plead, to cry, to beg for an explanation. Instead, she spoke words that shattered the silence of the study.

“I want an annulment.”

Both Sebastian and Cordelia froze. The shock in their eyes was almost satisfying. Cordelia gasped aloud, pressing a hand to her mouth, while Sebastian’s expression turned dark and unreadable.

“What did you say?” he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.

Evangeline’s chin lifted higher. Her hands no longer trembled. “You heard me perfectly,” she said. “I want our marriage annulled.”

In that instant, the timid princess who had once waited for scraps of affection was gone. What remained was a woman who had found her strength—not through her husband’s love, but through the pain he had caused.

Inside, she knew she carried the next heirs of the throne—his heirs—but she would not allow that to bind her to a man who treated her like a political pawn. She would raise her children with dignity, even if she had to walk away from the palace to do it.

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the crackle of the fireplace and the unspoken consequences of her declaration. But Evangeline didn’t wait for a reply. Gathering her skirts, she turned toward the door, her heart broken yet unburdened.

Her steps echoed through the marble halls as she walked away from the man who had never seen her—and toward the freedom she was finally claiming for herself.

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