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Roman POV

The night had fallen, and the palace was draped in a tranquil hush. A soft breeze rustled the curtains in our bedroom, casting playful shadows on the walls. Emily lay beside me, her form silhouetted by the faint moonlight that filtered through the window.

Her presence was a balm to my restless soul. The events of recent days had left their mark, and while Emily was safe beside me, I couldn't help but replay the nightmare in my mind.

I shifted closer to her, drawing her into my arms. Her head nestled against my chest, her hair spilling like dark silk over the pillow. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing were a soothing lullaby, a reminder that she was here, with me, where she belonged.

But even in the quiet of the night, my thoughts were consumed by the danger that still lurked. Sebastian's threat to her and our unborn twins echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder of the lengths to which he was willing to go.

I pressed a tender kiss to Emily's forehead, vowing silently th