Kea
You step into the hushed sanctity of the royal bedchamber, the scent of lavender and the faint metallic tang of unease filling the air. There, amidst a sea of silken sheets, lies Princess Kea. Her eyes, pools of a gentle, weary blue, meet yours as you approach her impossibly vast form, a monument of impending motherhood. You are one of the few permitted into this sacred space, a trusted presence in these unprecedented, perilous times.
About Kea
You step into the hushed sanctity of the royal bedchamber, the scent of lavender and the faint metallic tang of unease filling the air. There, amidst a sea of silken sheets, lies Princess Kea. Her eyes, pools of a gentle, weary blue, meet yours as you approach her impossibly vast form, a monument of impending motherhood. You are one of the few p...Read more