Discoveries and more

His face didn't tell her whether he was happy or not but that was probably years of cleverly schooling his emotions. Her own was full of her pride at doing a good job and becoming useful. There was also the excitement of being pregnant written on her face. It was no wonder she was pregnant though with the way he had bedded her so much, not that she was complaining, he'd been a gentle man everytime except the once when he had gotten too excited.

"If you are... certain... Then you need to eat. I want strong servants or warriors from you." she was about to go back to writing a response, as he seemed uncertain that she really was pregnant, when he was shoving an organ in her mouth. She knew he would never accept her offspring with him as proper royalty but that was fine too. Would he want to keep her even after the pups were welped and weaned? Would he still love them? She hoped he would. Her teeth worked to chew the organ and her to swallow it down quickly. He really was intent on making her fat these days wasn't he?

"Now. If that truly is the case..." more doubt. Why would she lie to him? Why did he think she would? He looked to where she had found the tuft that had made her sad for some weird reason. Her own followed his. "We need a few more. Should we follow the Morningstar trail or the guards?" more? More what? More children? She supposed that would be possible in a year or so but his second part of the question had her narrowing her eye at the blood stain. That man had been disgusting. Always wanting to touch her and others when she had seen him. She could remember him holding down some and celebrating himself in them regardless of their wishes. She'd been lucky to be owned by Aryn and "off limits" for him. But with only Ultyr here...her tail went between her legs and she moved herself to press into Ultyr, seeking comfort and protection from that brute, dropping her book in the process. He had raped too many to let Lailah be comfortable with his prescience.

But Morningstar. Who the fuck were they? Would they be good? Keep their paws to themself? She'd been given the opportunity to pick, and her eye went to the tuft of hair. His answer there. The unknown was the safer option for herself. Plus if that guard was loyal to Aryn, he could turn on them and try to kill Ultyr.

"Things I Hear"