The truth will always come out.

" Narsha..." The words where bitter sweet, rolling of the tounge and tickling the moist ebony lips. Still Renesme would remain in her position- listening to the soft murmurs. A smirk would play across her mask- oh the things she finds out. In that moment the oracle would raise and drink in her swollen belly. " well, haven't you been busy... not just with the king though, hmm? Tell me- are these children truly his?" It was almost like a hiss- toying against the pregnated woman. Stepping closer the thick lashes would pat against the heavenly voids. Renesme wouldn't spill the news to anyone. no- she'd keep it as her own little amusement while she would watch the children in the whores womb grow.