Pregnancy Is Too Much For The Villain

The day was slowly breaking.@@novelbin@@

The still air shimmered with the light of dawn, gently rippling as if it held the brightness of the new day.

Valentin stood quietly, watching as the eastern horizon, where the sky met the earth, began to lighten with the blue shadows of night being pushed back by the dawn. 

As the pale yellow rays of sunlight pierced through the horizon, illuminating everything in their path, to others, it might have seemed like just another ordinary sunrise, a common sight anyone could witness. But for Valentin, it was different. The steadfast, routine progression of nature that occurred every morning was filled with a deeper joy, anticipation, and even a touch of overwhelming emotion. This was because he awaited a special moment that only he knew.

So, on this cold winter morning, with white breaths escaping his lips, Valentin stood in the lobby of the mansion, watching the road that stretched straight from the front of the Rutheon House, hoping to see some sign of movement.

Valentin stood there, gazing endlessly, his head stretched forward, looking beyond the road.

And finally.

His eyes caught sight of a small cloud of dust rising from the hard winter ground.

The sound of hoofbeats—familiar and dearly missed—reached his ears.

As he saw the small figure moving closer along the straight path, Valentin’s face brightened with joy.