The symptoms were mild, and had Daedra not been there to push her in the correct direction Deathbelle might not have noticed the subtle changes in her body. However, once the idea was placed in her head Belle quickly accepted the truth. She kept the secret to herself for a few days, reveling within the knowledge that was sorely needed. Hope blossomed within her. After so much tragedy the promise of new life renewed her spark and smiles were easy to flaunt.

If she waited for much longer the Empress knew that Hannibal and the rest of her family would start to guess and make their own assumptions. After speaking to the father of her new litter the woman would gather the pack together. The pack was settling in better than she expected, but it was time to touch base.

The elegant woman relaxed easily within the palace, the morning was early and after a night of patrolling and putting out metaphorical fires. Hannibal would return to her soon she was sure, having him so close these days was marvelous. His near constant presence brought her peace of mind, and the love he showed her so freely made her heart swell. Finding happiness after so much turmoil was a miracle in itself, and as the days progressed Deathbelle could embrace an excitement that had nearly disappeared from her life.

Deathbelle’s onyx and alabaster form draped languidly over the plush furs thta covered the raised dias. Purposed as both a throne and public bed chamber. Deeper in the cavernous mountain lay a more private chamber for intimate moments, but for the most part the Empress remained here to be more accessible. Dea prepared a bit of water to wash her mistress’s paws as they waited for Hannibal’s presence.

Their relationship had grown with time. Love came very easily as they seemed to fit together like a puzzle. Hannibal's incredible impulse and rage seemed to be tamed by Belle. It helped that they had a common duty to the Empire and their family. The expansion of their companionship came with ease. With all of that being said Hannibal couldn't help but to anticipate the day their family would grow. The ability to raise his offspring with a mother like Belle brought him great amounts of excitement. But, he would not get his hopes up just yet. For all he knew his lover was still on some sort of birth control. Hannibal entered the palace with beaming pink and blue eyes. A thick aroma of femininity and flowers filled his sensitive nose. That horrific smirk slipped across his slinky lips as he feasted upon the beautiful sight of his seemingly relaxed Empress. Her beautiful monochromatic fur was silky and groomed to perfection. Daedra was tending to her Mistress' paws idly as well. Hannibal was pleased to know that the handmaiden he had gifted to Belle was working well. "My flower..." Hannibal lurked closer with a lowered head and a sly smile, "I am glad to see you so relaxed." Speech

The pair of them were generally quiet about the future, but both of them would timidly hope for the day that they would step up and become parents together. Deathbelle was beyond proud of her first brood, but knowing the two of them would create pure examples of the Klein name brought her elation. They were perfect examples of their lineage, and combining those qualities like the days of old would bring about a revolution to their family that had been waiting for years to blossom.

Deathbelle’s grin only widened as Hannibal appeared in the doorway of the palace. She returned his smirk and reached up lovingly as he made his way beside her. She offered him a loving kiss to his pink lips before her vivid violet stare found his dual toned gaze. ”As you can see, Daedra has been keeping good care of me.” She chuckled and pressed the top of her head beneath his chin. Her gaze slid closed in bliss as she breathed in his masculine scent and enjoyed his simple presence.

”I have something to tell you.” Deathbelle muttered softly as she reluctantly pulled herself away from him to meet one pink and one ice blue eye. She couldn’t wipe the grin from her face or the excitement from her heart. ”I’m pregnant, Hannibal.”

With angelic fierce those beautiful violet eyes met his own bi-colored optics. In those moments the he felt as though the breath from his lungs had been swept away. A rush of shock and wonder filled the beast to the very core. A tingling sensation was felt where her form had previously been from their short embrace. This significant rush of exhilaration was caused by the gentle words of his Empress. ”I’m pregnant, Hannibal.”. His mind raced a mile a minute with wonder and true joy. Pink and blue eyes searched her own visage as if she had been pulling a trick on him. But, he quickly knew she was speaking nothing but the truth. Hannibal would be a father yet again and this time at the side of the love of his life. After only a breath of bewilderment the beast let her muzzle dive into the thick of her scruff. Lips curled upward into a cheesy grin, exposing those ivory teeth with ease. "A dream come true." Hannibal removed his muzzle from her fur to look her in the eyes once again, that same cheesy grin plastered ear to ear. "You have provided me with he opportunity to truly be a father. I will not forsake this blessing, my flower." Hannibal then allowed his head to trail down her abdomen to her belly. The pale ghoul peppered tiny kisses against the tender skin with a tear slipping from an eye. "I love you, Deathbelle Klein." Speech