The Damned Demon - Chapter 809

809 A Little Monster

The air inside one of the royal chambers was thick with tension and quiet awe, the dim candlelight casting soft shadows against the ornate walls. The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the lingering traces of blood and exhaustion.

Isola, Merina, Silvia, and Sabina entered, their steps cautious as their eyes fell upon the still figure on the grand bed.

They had hurried here after one of the servants urgently asked them to come here.

Rowena lay there, her raven hair neatly flowing down the pillow, her normally cold, piercing features now soft in slumber. But what truly caught their attention was not just her peaceful expression, but the unmistakable radiance clinging to her skin.

Sabina was the first to break the silence, "What happened that you urgently called us here? Is she alright?" she asked, her brows furrowing upon seeing Seron, Lakhur, and the physicians surrounding Rowena's bedside as if something were gravely wrong—despite the fact that Rowena looked much healthier than before.

Lakhur turned to them, his expression carrying the weight of disbelief, "Your queen is fine. We've put her into a deep sleep to ensure her body gets the complete rest it needs. But her unborn child's growth is... unprecedented."

"Unprecedented?" Isola echoed, stepping forward, confusion flickering in her eyes. But the moment her gaze drifted downward, her lips parted in quiet astonishment.

There, visible even beneath the sheets, was a distinct bump on Rowena's belly—a bump that hadn't been there before.

Silvia, Sabina, and Merina stiffened, their shocked gazes darting between each other.

"Shocking, isn't it?"

The voice of an elderly man echoed from behind them. Turning, they saw Igrid, Rowena's royal physician, entering the chamber, his thick white beard bristling as he leaned on his walking stick.

"Senior Igrid, thank the devils you recovered," Isola greeted, offering him a relieved, warm smile.

Igrid let out a soft chuckle, nodding, "I couldn't dare rest while our queen needs me." But then, his gaze turned serious as he gestured toward Rowena, "What astonished us all was this—Her Majesty's child, who has been growing for barely a week, has already reached a size comparable to that of a ten-month-old fetus."

Silvia gasped. "T-Ten months?"

Sabina snapped her head toward Igrid, eyes narrowed in disbelief, "How could that be possible? Not even two weeks have passed, and yet the child is already big enough to match ten months' worth of growth?"

Isola and Merina exchanged a look, clearly mirroring the same confusion.

"For a vampire like her, shouldn't it take at least three years to birth the child?" Merina asked, her voice low, with growing astonishment yet concern, and unable to hold in her curiosity.

Igrid nodded with a brief smile, "You're right. But a miracle happened."

"A miracle?" Sabina raised a skeptical brow.

Seron sighed as he brushed his beard briefly, "Isola told us what Her Majesty did to save her. Taking in such a powerful and potent form of Deviar into her own body... channeling such a vast amount of it should have killed her in minutes if not seconds."

Isola nodded, her expression troubled, "I know. I was terrified when I woke up and saw her collapse. But somehow, her body remained unharmed. And she was able to make my body absorb it without any backlash."

Sabina crossed her arms, eyes shadowed with deep thought, "This doesn't make sense. Not even the Moon Guardian could do such a feat, especially while sharing the burden of absorbing a Deviar's power in another body."

"You're right, Your Highness," Igrid agreed, "But the miracle here is that the little girl in our queen's belly kept both her and Isola safe."

A hushed silence followed his words.

"Little girl?" Silvia whispered, her ruby eyes widening.

Merina turned to Silvia and Isola, their expressions both startled and touched. It was a girl.

Igrid continued with a gentle smile, "Not only did this child protect them both, but she also absorbed the excess power of the Deviar. Had she not, the energy would have overwhelmed their bodies and brutally destroyed them from within. Somehow, this power... accelerated her growth. Or perhaps, she finally received the 'nourishment' she needed, not that it is the only nourishment she could use."

Isola's lips parted slightly, her heart swelling with warmth and wonder as she looked at Rowena.

"What could be more important than this?" Seron's voice carried a restrained frustration, his jaw clenching, "If only he returned, things could be so much better. He is our king, and his people need him—she needs him."

Isola's expression remained calm yet firm, though her heart was heavy.

"I am sorry, Advisor Seron. I can't explain any further than this. All I can ask is that you have faith in him. Without him, we wouldn't be standing here right now."

The other women nodded in agreement, their unwavering trust in Asher evident in their eyes.

Seron exhaled a long, heavy sigh, lowering his gaze, "I just hope you all are right." He knew they were hiding something, though it wasn't his place to ask about it.

Lakhur, standing with his arms crossed, finally spoke with quiet confidence, "Consort Isola is right. I know what kind of man King Asher is. If he left for a good reason, then he will return when the time is right. Until then, let's take care of each other."

A silent understanding passed through the group, and with that, the conversation came to an end.

One by one, they dispersed to allow Rowena her well-earned rest.

But before Isola could leave, Sabina grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside.

Isola raised a brow, "What is it?"

Sabina stared at Isola deeply before she sighed and said, "Okay, I am just going to say. I just wanted to apologize for being a bitch to you earlier...for keeping secrets. I never expected you two to be carried such a heavy secret."

Isola's lips broke into a warm smile as she said, "I never held it against you. I know you were angry and frustrated because you were worried about him. I would have felt the same in your situation."

"Fuuuu, how can you be so perfect and understanding? I don't like it. You make me look even more of a bad bitch," Sabina sighed in frustration though inwardly she felt warm to hear Isola's words.

Isola softly chuckled while Sabina glanced toward the sleeping queen before her ghostly red eyes narrowed slightly.

"I also wanted to ask...Did you tell Rowena the truth about Asher's past yet?" she asked, her voice carrying an uncharacteristically serious edge, "After all, he killed her father and lied to her for all these years. I'm honestly surprised she only exiled him. But she should know everything that happened, so she can understand why Asher did it."

Isola sighed, her expression heavy, "I know, but Luna told me that Asher doesn't want me to tell Rowena yet. He wants to be the one to tell her everything." She shook her head lightly, "So I will wait and let them handle this on their own. We shouldn't intervene."

Sabina rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed, "Fffff, fine. Let's hope you two know what you're doing."

She then crossed her arms and tilted her head, a mischievous glint returning to her gaze.

"But, aside from all this... aren't you feeling jealous that we have yet to get pregnant?" she suddenly teased, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I regret taking those birth control pills after all those times he fucked me for hours, ugh. If only the annoying rule of the queen having to be the first to bear the king's child didn't exist...tch.."

Isola's face flushed instantly, and she stiffened.

"I-I have to tend to Callisa for a while. I will be back soon," she blurted out hastily, turning sharply on her heel and swiftly walking away.

However, Sabina's question and seeing Rowena pregnant made Isola's secret desire to bear Asher's child even more overwhelming, the thought sinking into her mind like a whisper she couldn't silence.

Sabina let out a sultry chuckle, watching Isola's retreating form with amusement, "How cute," she mused, tracing a lazy finger along her lips before glancing toward the castle balcony.

She stepped onto the balcony and stared up at the dark sky, her dark eyes glinting.

Then, with a low, tantalizing murmur, she whispered to herself:

"You better hurry back to us, Asher... we have some unfinished business."

Her lips curved into a devious, knowing grin, her fangs peeking through.

Unfinished business indeed :3

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