.things had changed, totally...for last year it was only a matter of time before she knew things would change, it wasn't unavoidable, it was the way of things...its a little something called LIFE. Everything changes...everything grows...everything turns to dust and floats away...expect for her, and the true love of her life...things would never end for them, and yet things would change forever and forever over and over until one day...they just ceased to be.
.sudden illness had took over the soon to be mother. .yet only a few more months and they thing inside of her stomache would be a crying child in her arms, could she really wait for that?. .she could...the illness had sent away every living person that she ever loved, she had been what felt like asleep for months...the fever breaking out by morning and cooling as the sun setted, and only to bring back up again as the sun made its rounds, but no matter how much to begged to be put to death...it just wasn't an opinon...it was only delirium that set her mind into frantic rages that forced the doctors and nurses to tie her to the bed, to keep herself from hurting herself or the child within. .At night screams could be heard, as if someone was taken into the dungens and lashed to death....over and over...to die a thousand deaths.
.tonight had been different, no screams, no pain, just utter silence. .the fever hadn't hit for days and she was finally feeling better...the doctor came into the room, untieing her hands and allowing her to sit up, getting used to the now huge belly that she had grown over the years, she looked around the room as if it was the first time she had ever set foot in it, she took a deep breath and rose from the bed, with the help of the doctor next to her. .she watched as the nurses rushed around...a few leaving the room and returning with something, the doctor kept a close look on her as she sat at one of the chairs, catching her breath and looking around, closing her eyes slightly and looking up.
Where is my husband? Where is Draaven?
.she asked softly, almost in a whisper as the doctor ushered for one of the nurses to go get the king.
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