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it was bittersweet in a winding way.

tavina would never carry.

which left nala, the fruit of their future. theirs! her head spun even as she settled it upon the bed. gazed upward at her lover for a long, silent moment.

i— her own voice hitched in her throat. as if speaking such grand desires might awaken her from some awful dream, or banish her back to sanpin.

i want that. because every step forward with tavina had felt right. but not one — not a single man of akashingo will be...involved. in this. this is for us.

her voice begged.

this her one condition.