Lion Head Mesa 鳥 tori-darake no hara

satsu was solemn and drawn when tavina entered the room. "your highness," the sesh murmured. there was an odorless tang to the air. something was off. she stepped toward the bed with brow furrowed. tavina eyed the way that the queen had bunched the coverlets around herself.

"are you bleeding?" she asked at last, lowering her voice. such things happened early in pregnancy, but satsu was not so firstly along. nevertheless, the loss of a litter was something many women suffered, especially the first time.