THE P A I N WE LOVE IS TAKING SHAPE
The sickness she had been overcome with in her pregnancy was a devastating blow. The sickness, she could only hope was morning sickness, had kept her weak. She was unable to eat anything less she empty it again. She was dizzy, barely able to stand. She heard news of the lineage being sworn off to marriage already, still warm in her womb and kicking. She loved the idea of peace, but all she could feel was dread. This was nothing of her first pregnancy, and the thought of it being guilt of sleeping with Narcissus made her only feel worse. She was spiraling, cast to her own den for quarantine. Her sickness was rumored to rival that of the others sick in Starfall, and it was taking lives. She feared the worst, and feared for the sake of the children inside of her. She feared for her Crowe, but knew already he likely had that pretty Margaery in their den.
The thought of it ate at her, day in and out she began to daydream or dream of them. Of their children they'd have. Surely she would be pregnant with heirs of his, if she wasn't already. She wondered if the girl warmed her throne as well, while she was still alive in this prison of sickness, of plague. She wanted to find Crowe, to beg his forgiveness as she could only feel the time on her life was coming to an end. Her weary head lifted as she attempted to drag herself from the den, making her way only a couple feet out of the entrance before wailing in pain as contractions began. Panting and pain ravaged her body on the soil of her home. A pitiful sight of the Queen for any to see. "Crowe! My love!" She called out into the trees, wincing in pain as another contraction ripped through her. "Narcissus!" She begged, fearful she would die here in labor and leave nothing behind - But even worse fearing she would die alone.
Fade in, fade out . . .
Should anyone have come, she wouldn't know. Her vision would be blurry, but she kept count of the number she passed. Six. Six pups, whimpering as they clutched to her teats. Her breathing was slow, her heartbeat faint. "Crowe . . . " She whispered faintly, in between shaky breaths. "I will always . . . love you . . . I am so sorry . . . Please . . . look after them . . ." Her vision faded completely, and the tie to her chest that connected to Crowe dimmed. Dwindling for a moment before disappearing completely. With an exhale, Queen Echo was gone . . .
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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