The door slowly opened with his light footsteps invading the warm room. The moonlight entered the room falling at her like wisps of heaven. Her smooth skin glowed brightly, and her long dark hairs of hers flowed on the silk pillows. Xerxes couldn’t quite point out, but she was glowing internally. Was it because she was pregnant? With his child? Carrying his seed?

The warmth that surrounded him was so foreign and unknown, something he had never felt. Taking stealthy steps towards the bed Xerxes felt a force stopping him, but he shook his head and heaved a deep sigh. Katarina was sleeping soundly, her light breaths like classical music...