"Master, you can't go in there! It's dangerous for both the mother and the baby if you enter!" one of the servants yelled, practically throwing herself in front of him.
Raven's feet froze. Dangerous? For both of them? He clenched his fists, trying to get a grip on his emotions. But another scream echoed from behind the door, and it felt like someone had punched him in the gut.
"Is she okay?" His voice cracked, betraying his calm facade.
"It's normal, Your Grace," the midwife assured him through the door. "Just part of the process. You need to be patient."
Patient? Raven had never felt less patient in his life. Every scream, every sound from the room, felt like it was draining the blood from his veins. He paced back and forth, trying to keep it together.
"Still no baby?" he asked one of the servants who had just come out.
"Not yet, Duke. First births take time." The servant tried to sound reassuring, but it didn't help. Not one bit.
