Morning Sickness

Deathbelle was practically nocturnal, especially with the children on the way. However, when she had found her way to her first morning nap the sun hadn't risen above the horizon. The air was cool and Belle wished to snuggle into the furs her subjects had collected for her. She had been asleep for an hour and some when the nausea really gripped her. ”Ugh.” The Empress uttered eloquently as she rushed to her paws. Ducking past the first and second curtains keeping her from the outside world Belle exploded from the entrance to throw herself at the side of the patio and rid her poor stomach of dinner.

She whined softly as she dry heaved for a moment after everything solid was gone. Her eyes watered and her skin grew hot, she shook her disheveled fur as she attempted to rid herself of the terrible feeling. Still draped unceremoniously on the stone the rest of her lay limp as she felt sorry for herself and her current condition. Again fear tickled at her conscious as she tried not to think of the eventual birth. This was uncomfortable, but what happened when they got closer to the day?

She coughed again, head hanging over to almost touch the water, completely unaware of her surroundings.