The Barren Luna's Vengeance

The agonizing abdominal cramps drove me to seek out Healer Richard, suspecting a flare-up of an old internal injury. While grinding dried herbs, his hands suddenly froze. He glanced up at me, hesitating as if wrestling with his own words.

"What is it?"

He hesitated for another second before lowering his voice. "Luna Sarah... inside your body, there are traces of a lingering herbal fertility seal."

A seal? How could that be? I was supposed to be barren. To conceive, I had endured seven years of drinking bitter medicinal tonics, suffering endless physical and emotional torment.