Guinevere sucked in a breath. It was just after the meeting. The pups. They were coming.
She hustled herself to her den. Lowering herself to the dirt, she panted as the birth began.

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Two pups. Her daughters. Guinevere frowned. The eldest was like Balerion; the younger reminded Guinevere of herself. Meyles and Andreja. Meyles was a dragon-like name, a name for a pup spawned of Balerion. But Andreja? She had the name of a princess, a name truly fit for a royal of Guinevere’s old land. Guinevere didn’t know it now, but her expectations of Andreja would grow to be higher than those she held for Meyles. She’d favor Andreja, blocking Meyles out. Because while Meyles was a girl who took after her father, Andreja would be like Guinevere, and Guinevere would raise her to be a cold-blooded killer like the granddaughter of the White Lady she was. Guinevere would relish her younger daughter and revile her eldest child. For Guinevere’s family, if you weren’t ideal, you were ignored. And Guinevere would lay those burdens on her children: one would be reviled and ignored; the other given unrealistic expectations, ones that she would refuse to live up to. And in time, Andreja would be completely shunned by Guinevere, driving her out of her homeland.
But none of them knew that now. They were just a mother and her newborn children. Guinevere, Meyles and Andreja were heaped together, Guinevere ignoring the two of them and stretching out, exhausted. Her younger suckled happily. Guinevere could not see Meyles, did not know what she was doing. She fell asleep.


"She comes for your bones, she comes for your blood"