It was near dawn when she felt it. The first stirring of movement in her swollen belly, a horrid twisting feeling deep within her. Serein scrambled from her den to vomit somewhere that wouldn't leave her with soiled bedding, shuddering as the feeling went on and on.
It was several minutes before it stopped, and she slumped into a sitting position with a soft whine. She wanted to love her children. She did. But they made her feel so disgusting; she'd barely made it through the journey home, slowed by the storm in her head as much as the strain on her body. After a few moments she moved to bury her mess, then started for the nearest waterway to clean her face.
It was several minutes before it stopped, and she slumped into a sitting position with a soft whine. She wanted to love her children. She did. But they made her feel so disgusting; she'd barely made it through the journey home, slowed by the storm in her head as much as the strain on her body. After a few moments she moved to bury her mess, then started for the nearest waterway to clean her face.
Conception: 2025-10-20
December 09, 2025, 10:07 AM
Defne knew upon their first meeting that she did not like Serein. She was too bold, a woman of impure blood who had come and taken what was sacred. She did not seem to understand her role, nor the nuances that came with it. A wife, potential or not, should be soft, graceful, silent in how she moves and subtle in her opinions.
Maybe that was why she took a small pleasure in seeing how pregnancy rattled the young woman. To Defne, it felt like proof that Serein was unworthy.
She followed her this morning, skulking in the shadows with a smile painted onto her face already.
Maybe that was why she took a small pleasure in seeing how pregnancy rattled the young woman. To Defne, it felt like proof that Serein was unworthy.
She followed her this morning, skulking in the shadows with a smile painted onto her face already.
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