Veyron looked confused. " yes?"
"It needs blood for sustenance," she explained. "And it's feeding on the mother. She's on transfusion now, but the child is consuming everything we give her."
"Well, then," Veyron said, standing up again. "Get more blood. The castle has enough in reserve."
Thessa narrowed her eyes. "That's not it."
"That's never a good sign."
"She needs to feed in quantities that are illegal in Blood City. We're talking one liter a day minimum."
Veyron sat down slowly. "One liter a day?"
"Yes. And that's just to keep her stable. If the growth accelerates—if the child starts forming bone, strengthening organs—it'll need even more. This is not a conversation I want to have with a royal," she muttered, rubbing her temples.
"You're there to protect the princess and her child," Veyron said firmly, fingers tapping the side of his mug. "Difficult conversations are part of your job description. But I will come speak to the prince."
