Morning didn't come gently.
It came with pain.
Sharp.
Sudden.
Unforgiving.
Tania gasped awake, her body curling instinctively as a deep ache twisted through her lower abdomen. It wasn't just discomfort—it felt like something pulling, stretching, burning all at once.
"Ah—!"
The orb beside her flickered violently.
Her hands gripped the sheets.
"What… is this…?"
Another wave hit.
Stronger.
Her breath broke into uneven gasps as she doubled over, teeth clenched tight. The pain didn't stay in one place—it spread, climbing up her spine, settling into her bones like something alive.
The room responded.
Curtains trembled.
The glass on the table rattled.
The orb pulsed brighter.
"No… no, stop…" she whispered, though she didn't even know what she was trying to stop.
A knock came.
Then the door opened quickly.
Stacy rushed in first.
She's one of Tania's personal maid who was a very nervous and timid girl.
