fleeting innocence

Deathbelle had done one last patrol around the Empire’s borders that night before making her way back to the palace in the wee hours of the morning. She was tired, the weight of her stomach was finally taking its toll. As she slipped into the Palace she offered Iolaire and Daedra both an exhausted good night. Her back was screaming at her by the time she made herself as comfortable as possible in the most private chamber of the palace. The plush pile of furs was enough to relax her joints and sleep was soon to find her.

The day was progressing, it was a little before midday when the woman felt the first pains of labor and she was woken from her slumber. Vibrant lavender eyes snapped open as the familiar pain brought her into a fetal position. She groaned heavily as she was suddenly fully awake. ”Hannibal?” There was a bit of panic in her voice, even though this was no new experience every pregnancy was different. Her first thought was the comfort of her mate and the father of her children.

The second was that she needed Iolaire. Lucretia was busy with her young brood so Belle had invited the Armada’s healer into her den. Of course Lucretia was checking on her progress throughout but she was not as involved as she was with the first pregnancy. ”Io?” Likey the woman was already preparing as soon as she heard Hannibal’s name fall from her lips.