We’ll Make It Together

Venom was holding steady with the rhythm of her illness, she was keeping up her strength and refusing to allow it to become worse. She was afflicted, that much was obvious in the extra weight she bore in the form of sunset colored crystal. There was a lot on her mind, especially right now. The worrying, like wondering if she would lose her children and husband to the disease. Her own life or the pack. Nothing felt safe or concrete.

Mostly the Empress was working from the palace while she recovered, but she couldn’t stop. There were always patrols to be done, stock to be checked, her husband to be seen to, and maybe she’d manage to slip a little training in with the kids. They were all well on their way to adulthood, she hoped. The thought of her infected children wore on her heart the most.

There was one hope that brightened her spirits and it was the promise of Plague’s children. She’d tried to stay away from Rava the best she could just in case, but her and these babies helped to keep Venom’s hope alive. The proud father to be was apparently in need of her as he made his entrance, greeting her fondly as he found her curled in the palace.

”Plague,” she returned affectionately. ”I’ve been better, but faring no worse.” She just prayed for the curse to lift. ”You probably shouldn’t be so close.” She warned him softly, unable to ignore her affliction so easily.