One of the guards looked down at her and frowned. "Sir Rolvsson!"
Drustan screamed, letting out a terrible, blood curdling, terrifying scream that sent the peasants running. He stormed up to the ring of guards. "What?!"
"The baby, sir...."
The color drained from the knight's face and he looked down. "Get the midwife." He said, looking up at the guard. "Get the midwife, double the guard posts. NOW!" He pushed past him and picked up Kieara. "Hold on..." He said, hurrying her back into the house and into her bedroom. He put her down on the bed and sat on the edge, holding her hand. "Kieara, the midwife's on her way..."