Three months had passed since the Seeding of the Crown. Three months since the covenant was sealed and the child quickened in Anaya's womb. And in those three months, her body had begun its sacred transformation.

Her belly, once flat and firm, now curved outward in a gentle swell that Lord Vikram could not keep his hands from. Every time he passed her in the corridors of the palace, his palm would find that curve, cupping it, stroking it, feeling the life that grew within. Her breasts had grown heavier, fuller, the nipples darkening to a deep rose and growing so sensitive that the brush of silk against them could make her gasp. Her hips had widened, her skin had taken on a luminous glow, and her cunt, that hungry, aching cunt that had received his seed seven times over, was perpetually slick and ready for him.