At the break of dawn, the wailing cry of newborns filled the small room, piercing through the stillness of early morning.
The midwife carefully handed the twin baby girls to their father, who received them with trembling yet delighted hands.
His face lit up with pure joy as he turned to his wife, still weak from the ordeal but smiling faintly from the bed.
The innkeeper's husband beamed with pride, cradling the tiny bundles. "They're lovely," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As he glanced toward Maverick, ready to thank him for his assistance, his smile faltered.
Maverick sits frozen in place, his face pale as a sheet, his normally sharp eyes dull and unfocused. Alarmed, the father approached him, balancing the twins carefully in his arms.
"Are you all right, Lord?" he asked, concern, knitting his brows.
