(Five months later)

Five months had flown by, and Arya sat at the breakfast table, a warm glow enveloping her as she rubbed her hand along her swollen belly. The baby kicked inside her, a gentle reminder of the life she was nurturing. She shifted slightly, feeling the weight of her pregnancy, and smiled at the thought of welcoming their child into the world.

Valen, seated beside her, couldn't help but tease her about her waddling. "You're really getting the hang of that waddle, Blood Angel," he said with a playful grin.

Arya shot him a mock glare, trying to muster the fierce demeanor she used to wear like armor. "Keep it up, and I'll fulfill that contract I was supposed to carry out," she warned, though the heat behind her words had all but faded, replaced by the lightness of their banter.

"Oh, and if you do that, then who will make sure you get your shoes on?" Valen shot back, laughter spilling from him as he watched her expression shift.

The warmth of their shared laughter filled the air, and even Elara, seated across from them, chuckled at her son's antics. The atmosphere at the table was cozy and familiar, and Arya couldn't remember feeling more content. They had navigated through so much together, and now, with the Silent Brotherhood seemingly quiet and the threat of the past pushed away, life felt like a dream.

Valen, ever the attentive partner, leaned over to make sure Arya was eating more than just her favorite foods, having learned how pregnancy had shifted her cravings. "You have to eat more than just the pastries," he reminded her gently, a smile still dancing on his lips.

"Okay, okay, I'll try the eggs," she replied, rolling her eyes but secretly grateful for his concern.

Just then, Emperor Cedric strode into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. As he took his seat, he glanced at Valen, the usual sternness in his gaze replaced with something more serious. "Valen, we need to talk. I'd like everyone to meet in my study after lunch," he said, his voice low but steady.

Arya felt a slight flutter of anxiety in her belly, the warmth of the moment shifting as she exchanged glances with Valen. "Is everything alright?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Cedric nodded, but the weight of his words lingered in the air. "It's important. Just be ready."

As breakfast continued, Arya couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to unfold. The warmth of the morning had been inviting, but now a hint of tension hung in the air. She watched Valen, who was trying to maintain his usual humor, but she could see the flicker of concern in his eyes as well.

Once breakfast concluded, Arya took a deep breath, rubbing her belly once more as she stood up to help clear the table. Whatever Cedric wanted to discuss, she hoped they could face it together, as a family.

~

As they gathered in the Emperor's study, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Cedric sat behind his desk, but he didn't appear like his usual intimidating self. Instead, he wore a relaxed smile, and beside him, Elara radiated warmth and pride.

Valen took a seat in a chair before the desk, with Arya perched comfortably in his lap. He kept a protective hand on her back, feeling her gentle warmth against him, while his other hand rested gently on her stomach. Valen had insisted she sit there instead of next to him; he felt a profound need for her grounded presence as they faced whatever news Cedric had for them.

After a moment of silence, during which Arya could feel Valen's heart beating steadily beneath her palm, Cedric took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of determination. "I have something important to share," he began, looking intently at Valen and Arya.

Valen tensed slightly, instinctively tightening his hold on Arya. "What is it, Father?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I've decided to step down as Emperor," Cedric announced, his tone steady yet tinged with emotion.

A stunned silence filled the room as Valen processed his father's words. "What?" he breathed, disbelief evident on his face.

Cedric continued, his smile unwavering. "At the end of this week, you will take the crown, Valen. I believe it's time for a new era for the Drakonia Empire—one that can embrace change and grow. I want to spend the rest of my life enjoying my family, including my grandbaby."

Arya felt a mix of emotions wash over her—relief, excitement, and a hint of fear at the responsibility that was about to be thrust upon Valen. She glanced up at him, and she could see a blend of pride and uncertainty flickering in his blue eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" Valen finally asked, concern etched in his brow. "You've dedicated your life to this empire, Father. What will you do?"

Cedric chuckled softly, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll focus on being a grandfather, spending time with your mother, and supporting you as you take on this role. You're ready for this, Valen. You have Arya by your side, and I know you'll do great things."

Elara nodded, her eyes shining with love and encouragement. "We have faith in you, Valen. This is the beginning of something wonderful."

Valen shifted slightly in his seat, glancing down at Arya, who met his gaze with a reassuring smile. "We'll face this together," she said softly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions they were both feeling.

Cedric leaned forward, his eyes focused intently on his son. "Remember, Valen, leadership is not just about power; it's about compassion, understanding, and making difficult decisions. You have a strong heart, and that's what will guide you."

Valen took a deep breath, letting the weight of his father's words sink in. "Thank you, Father. I won't let you down," he promised, his resolve strengthening as he looked at Arya, feeling the support of their bond.

Cedric nodded, pride evident in his expression. "I know you won't. Now, let's celebrate this new beginning."

As the atmosphere shifted to one of celebration, Arya leaned into Valen, feeling a surge of hope for their future. Together, they would embrace the challenges and joys that lay ahead as they stepped into this new chapter, not just as partners, but as a family.

~

In Valen's study, the atmosphere felt different since the announcement of his ascension to the throne. Papers were scattered around, but the air was more charged with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Arya had somehow managed to sneak in pastries, indulging in one with a mischievous grin as she sat across from him.

"So, how does it feel to be Emperor?" she asked, her mouth half-full of flaky pastry.

Valen couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her munching away. "I didn't even notice you brought those in," he admitted, shaking his head in amusement. "Guess my little assassin still has tricks up her sleeves."

Arya winked at him. "What can I say? Pregnancy has made me crave sugary things. But honestly, how do you feel about this whole Emperor gig?"

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I don't know. It's... a lot." Their eyes met, and they shared a moment of understanding.

Then Arya stood up, walking over to the window and peering out at the training yard below. "You're going to get a new spiffy crown, you know. I can't wait to see you in it," she teased, glancing over her shoulder.

Valen shot her a glare, but he couldn't suppress the grin threatening to break through. "Very funny. The last thing I need is you making fun of my royal attire."

"Oh, come on! Are you telling me you're not at least a little excited?" she pressed, turning to face him, hands on her hips.

"Excited? For the crown? What, do you finally have a thirst for power?" he countered, raising an eyebrow playfully.

She shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe. I just look back on the times you wore that crown while shirtless... and me underneath you."

Valen rolled his eyes dramatically, trying to hide his amusement. "Keep your mind out of the gutter, Arya!"

She burst out laughing, the sound ringing through the study. "I can't help it! Can you blame me? You're pretty tempting like that."

"Tempting, huh?" he replied, leaning forward with a smirk. "Think of all the perks you'll get now that I'm Emperor. I could order all the pastries and romance novels you want."

"Oh, I like the sound of that!" she said, leaning back against the windowsill, feigning a thoughtful expression. "Wait, does this void my assassination contract? Because it was for the Prince, not the Emperor."

Valen let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "You're impossible. You'd find a loophole in anything, wouldn't you?"

"Gotta keep you on your toes, my Prince," she said, sauntering around to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled down at her, resting a hand on her belly. "You'd look good with a crown, you know. But I can think of far better things to do than just sit on the throne."

Arya rolled her eyes again, feigning exasperation. "And now whose mind is in the gutter?"

"I think we're both guilty," he admitted, laughter bubbling between them.

Just then, Arya let out a grunt as the baby kicked. "Whoa! This little one is definitely awake," she said, putting a hand on her side.

Valen smiled, rubbing her belly soothingly. "I'm grateful you're trying to calm my nerves by making me laugh," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "This is all... overwhelming."

"Just remember, you have me by your side," she replied, her voice warm and reassuring. "And I plan to keep making you laugh, Emperor or not."

Valen chuckled, feeling a swell of affection for the woman who had turned his world upside down. With her at his side, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

~

The grand hall was filled with a sea of nobles, dignitaries, and soldiers, all gathered to witness the historic coronation of Valen as Emperor. Banners hung from the high ceilings, and the air buzzed with anticipation. A large golden throne stood prominently at the far end of the room, its ornate design reflecting the grandeur of the occasion.

Valen stood before the assembled crowd, adorned in a regal tunic, his demeanor a mix of nerves and excitement. At the side of the hall, Arya had stationed herself at the back, her pregnant self feeling a bit too heavy for the long walk to the front. She leaned against a pillar, stealing a moment to savor a pastry she had snagged from a nearby table. The sweet, flaky treat crumbled in her fingers as she watched Valen, a wide smile spreading across her face.

Cedric stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. The hall fell silent as he raised his hands. "Nobles and citizens of the Drakonia Empire, we are gathered here today to witness the coronation of my son, Valen!" His voice echoed through the hall, and the crowd erupted in cheers, the sound reverberating off the stone walls.

As Valen knelt before his father, the crown was brought forth—an exquisite piece encrusted with jewels, each gem sparkling with promise and history. Cedric gently placed the crown on Valen's head, the cheers of the crowd rising to a fever pitch.

Once Valen stood, the moment felt surreal. He could feel the weight of the crown atop his head and the expectations that came with it. However, his eyes drifted to the back of the hall, where Arya stood, munching on her pastry, blissfully unaware of the attention she had just drawn.

As Cedric continued, his voice booming with pride, "Today is not only a celebration of Valen's ascension but also a celebration of our future."

Suddenly, Cedric paused, his gaze shifting to Arya. "And now, it is my honor to announce that the new Emperor's Queen shall also be crowned!" The crowd buzzed in surprise, and Arya's eyes widened as she suddenly realized what that meant.

In the back of the room, she froze mid-bite, her eyes darting around as if searching for a way to blend into the shadows. She hadn't considered that if Valen became Emperor, she would automatically become his Queen.

Valen, catching sight of her expression, fought back laughter, knowing she had completely forgotten this detail in the excitement of the moment. He turned to face the crowd, suppressing a grin, before calling out, "You know she didn't study for this test, right?"

The crowd chuckled, and Arya's face turned crimson as she glanced down at the pastry in her hand, realizing she had been caught in the act. Valen's laughter echoed through the hall, a mix of amusement and love.

"Come here, my Queen!" he called, his tone playful yet warm.

Still attempting to hide, Arya reluctantly made her way to the front, trying to appear regal while the pastry crumbs clung to her fingers. The moment she reached Valen, Cedric placed his hand on her shoulder.

"By the power vested in me, I crown you both as Emperor and Empress of the Drakonia Empire!" He lifted a smaller crown from the table, adorned with delicate filigree and smaller jewels, and placed it atop Arya's head.

Valen beamed at her, unable to hold back his laughter. "You wear it well, my Queen. Just remember, no eating pastries during formal events from now on!"

The crowd erupted in joyous laughter, and Arya could only shake her head, a mix of embarrassment and elation washing over her. Valen took her hand, and together they turned to face their people, their hearts full of hope for the future ahead.

~Two Months Later~

Arya lay in the dimly lit room, the air thick with tension and the scent of herbs from Taryn's apothecary supplies. The pain of labor coursed through her, an intense wave that left her panting. Taryn and Orion were at her side, their expressions a mix of focus and encouragement. But Arya's mind was elsewhere, specifically on the fact that Valen was nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" she snapped, glaring at the door as another contraction hit her like a freight train. "This is all his fault!"

Elara, sitting beside her, tried to soothe her. "Arya, I'm sure he's on his way. You know how these meetings can be."

"Yeah, well, they can't be more important than this!" Arya retorted, sweat glistening on her brow. "I swear, if he doesn't get here soon, I'm throwing someone out of this room!"

Taryn bit her lip to stifle a laugh, and Orion shot her a teasing look. "You've got enough to worry about without throwing people, Arya."

Elara smirked, clearly amused by Arya's sass despite the seriousness of the situation. "You remind me of your earlier rant," she said lightly, recalling Arya's fiery spirit even amidst the agony.

"Do you think I care? I'm about to give birth to our child! Where the hell is my husband?" Arya growled, gritting her teeth as another contraction surged through her.

Just then, the door swung open, and Valen rushed in, looking as if he had sprinted from the meeting. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and his hair was tousled, but his eyes widened in relief when he saw Arya.

"I'm here! I—" he began, only to have a pillow thrown in his direction.

"Get out!" she shouted, her voice fierce despite the pain.

Valen caught the pillow with a laugh, clearly unfazed by her outburst. "Well, that's not very welcoming for your husband, now is it?"

Elara chuckled softly. "Seems you've arrived just in time for a little welcome."

"It's all your fault!" Arya snapped, glaring at Valen, her eyes fierce yet filled with a touch of vulnerability. "If you hadn't been in that meeting, I wouldn't be here—"

"I believe you were a willing participant in the creation of this baby," Valen shot back with a teasing grin, but his voice held a note of tenderness.

Arya opened her mouth to retort, but another contraction seized her, making her breath hitch. She doubled over, grasping the bed's edge, her expression turning fierce and determined. "Get over here and help!" she gasped, clearly not in the mood for his playful banter.

With urgency, Valen rushed to her side, taking her hand in his. "I'm here. Just breathe."

With Taryn and Orion guiding her through the process, the moments stretched into an eternity. But finally, with a triumphant cry and a surge of energy, Arya felt the release.

As the room fell into a momentary hush, Taryn carefully cradled the tiny, squirming baby in her arms before handing him over to Arya. Valen stood frozen for a second, staring down at the little being that had come from them.

They exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and wonder, overwhelmed by the reality of parenthood. "What do we name him?" Arya whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Valen glanced at their son, his heart swelling. "How about Brantley?" he suggested, a soft smile breaking through the tension.

"Brantley," Arya repeated, a smile breaking across her face as she looked down at their baby. "I like it."

They shared a moment of quiet joy, marveling at the life they had created together, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead—together as a family.