A bastard's lement

Deathbelle made herself comfortable again as Recluse settled off to the side. She seemed uncomfortable but Deathbelle didn’t press her. She should have known she was welcome to anywhere in the home of the Empress. The girl was quiet for a long moment but as she finally spoke Belle uttered a soft sigh and let her eyes rest on her swollen belly. At least this confrontation was much less explosive.

”And you have every right,” Deathbelle offered softly, not dismissing in a moment the reservations that all of their previous children would have. ”I appreciate you not exploding, like my own have.” Toxicity and Calamity had the biggest grief with her, and while she didn’t blame them she wouldn’t be sorry for her decision either. This was about her happiness. ”How do you think you should feel?” She asked quietly, silently offering the girl a place beside her.