Seraphina's POV
"Seraphina… are you ready?"
Myra's voice sounded very soft and steady, the kind of tone that only a mother could use when she knew her daughter's heart was already shaking.
I looked down at the tiny bundle in my arms, his small hands held around the side of the blanket, his golden and silver eyes were blinking up at me as if he already understood more than a newborn should.
"I don't know if I will ever be ready, but he deserves this, he deserves to be claimed by the moon, not by fear." I said in a low voice, kissing his forehead.
The courtyard of the Moonshore Fortress was silent, the sea wind was already carrying the smell of salt and stone. Above us, the blood moon burned, its glow was covering the ruins in red light. Torches was arranged on the walls moving on the faces of both fear and hope.
Zevryn stood at the center, his staff of carved bone and crystal glowing faintly. His voice was carried over the crowd.
