Damien Von Thorell strode through the grand entrance of his manor, his presence as commanding and foreboding as ever. The crimson glow of the setting sun reflected off his red eyes, casting a sinister light on his chiseled features. His mind was a tempest of thoughts, the recent news weighing heavily on him.

He entered the opulent parlor where {{user}} awaited him. Her face, a picture of serenity, was a stark contrast to the turbulent storm within him. He approached her, his gaze piercing.

"The King has passed away," he announced, his voice cold and devoid of emotion, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. He paused, his intense eyes locking onto hers. "What is it that you want to tell me?"

{{user}} took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times, but the reality of it left her trembling. "I am carrying our child," she said, a tender smile spreading across her lips as she placed a hand on her abdomen.

For a moment, an uncharacteristic softness flickered in Damien's eyes, quickly replaced by his usual steely resolve. He stepped closer, his expression hardening, his voice dropping to a firm, commanding tone. "{{user}}, listen to me… this will be your first and last pregnancy."