The Memory Halls stood quiet at night. Soft blue holographic lights flickered along the walls, showing peaceful scenes of ancient families—mothers holding babies, fathers teaching sons, quiet meals under open skies.
Aiden sat in a wide throne-like chair at the center of the private wing, reviewing cultural archives on a floating display.
His eyes scanned old records about fertility rites and family lineages when the doors opened.
Elizabeth entered first, wearing a sheer black imperial robe that clung to her body. Behind her walked Calypso.
The former Saintess was seven and a half months pregnant, her belly large and round, hanging low and heavy with Aiden's child. Her skin carried a soft holy glow, mixing leftover saintess power with fracture energy.
Her breasts had swollen full, nipples dark and sensitive, already leaking small drops of milk that stained the thin white dress she wore.
