Isabella lifted the small spear in her hand with the confidence of someone who clearly believed she could overthrow an empire even while three months pregnant already.
She stared at the four men with a daring smile.
"Watch me."
The four men froze as if someone had carved them out of stone.
A leaf drifted down between them.
No one breathed.
Cyrus recovered first, though only barely, and he reached out with trembling fingers as if trying to grab the spear from a distance without actually touching it. "Isabella, please consider that you are currently carrying our precious little hatchlings inside that very beautiful stomach, and I sincerely believe they would prefer surviving the day rather than experiencing your bravery firsthand."
