This wasn't the first time they had slept together, but each time, Soren was flooded with a feeling he had never experienced before. His awareness of his surroundings was sharper, not because of the pregnancy, but because of Lucian.
Soren was lying relaxed on a pile of silk pillows, his silver hair falling like a frozen waterfall in the golden twilight. Six months pregnant, his body had completely embraced the majestic curves of his triplets. The silver veins characteristic of Veridian Silk branched aggressively across his baby bump, glowing with a faint emerald hue and vibrating in perfect harmony with the roots of the Mother Tree beneath the floorboards. Soren was weak with exhaustion, his legs having lost their military strength, but his eyes never left the young king towering over him.
