The faint light from the crescent moon birthmark spread out, touching the faces of everyone in the room, as if announcing the significance of her presence.
Miles away from this quiet moment, across the land, a different kind of anticipation filled the air within the grand halls of an estate. The vast room buzzed with held breaths and racing hearts as the cries of newborns echoed through the space.
"It's a boy, Your Majesty!" A voice rang out, filled with pride and relief.
"And a girl, My Lord!" another followed, the words trembling with barely contained emotion.
The king's lips parted slightly, his usual commanding presence giving way to something softer — reverence, perhaps even disbelief. He looked down at the tiny infant cradled in his arms, his sharp eyes taking in every delicate feature. "Our children..." he murmured, his voice almost lost beneath the gravity of the moment. "The prophecy... it was true all along."
