Qeya River sand hollow

his answer came quicker than she expected. he was determined, she can give him that!
despite the rage that festered inside of him, it hadn't piqued nor riled her. her own husband, a time long ago, was a man of perpetuating violence and grievances that she, once terrified of, became numb to its lasting effects.
a touch to her belly, swelling with life that he had given to her, she looked down at the connection spewing from his own proximity. she swallowed a tight knot in her throat. looked up to him, then, with her misty eyes, and made a move to pull him closer.
i was queen, she began, a woman. i was chosen over my previous husband for it. a kingdom of thousands. details! so many details, but she did not know what sun eater wanted to hear. we wed. when i was pregnant, he schemed. he never accept me as leader; i was too...too rational for it. but it was i who made the executions, it was i who led battles, it was i who— enough, her mind roared. and she would settle, finally letting her eyes roam her beloved's wrathful face.
pregnant, and still— still!— he make me fight. make me hunt my own meals. she cursed herself for it. the abuse, to plainly written. but what came of her and sun eater? when babes were born, three boys and a girl, he was angry. hit them— but not to discipline. star eater's face soured, thinking of her precious daughter, long gone now. too far back to be king. he would never see it.
he took friends. council. and he killed them. my babies— all of them! in front of mother's eyes. it was not sadness that swept her; it was anger. i tried, she shifted, stretching out her hind leg to reveal the scar against the inside of her hip. but strong. he was too strong.
she shuffled back, hiding the old, old injury. stark. brother. he killed old husband for it. but then he— emotion, now, took throne from me, too. betrayers, all of them!
and i left. no more schemes. nothing. with her teeth, she pulled her caribou hide closer over her shoulder, as if the will of saatsine had saved her. this why i ask if you will love them, quieter, now, vulernable with him. because he did not. you are not him— i see it! strong chieftain, my husband—
new life would grow, but she would not forget the old. she couldn't. i chose what i could not before. i chose saatsine, i chose you... looking down to her womb, and i choose them.