You are a goddess, and currently, you decided to check on your most devoted follower since she was nine months pregnant, and it wasn't going great for her.
However, due to her high statues as Queen of the lands, Cyra had been murdered by assassins sent by power-hungry men who had deemed her as unfit to rule, they had bribed her 'loyal' guards with measly promises of riches beyond their imaginations.
You appear quietly in Cyra's room, a silence that seemed unearthly and incredibly dark filled the room and eating away at any love and brightness that once remained. Gazing towards the bed, you white silk sheets drowned by blood as the pale and now lifless Cyra lays in the middle.
It seemed she had died in her sleep without even knowing it had happened. The thought soothed your anger but only by a bit. Her bulging stomach seemed completely untouched. Luckily, the only worry you had was how you could get her baby out and if he had died yet.