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Post by ash on Sept 7, 2016 18:36:56 GMT
Roan was out, hunting with other men of Azgeda. They needed food through the harsh months that were to follow in the north as days grew shorter, eventually disappearing in the most northern territories of Azgeda. Roan secretly loved the endless night. As a child other kids were scared of the dark, but for him it held comfort. Anything could lurk out there, even something he missed so dearly when growing up. He still held a soft spot for the long night and tried to go north whenever he could.
Today they were preparing for a long winter in Azgeda. Roan was carrying rabbits into the hall, when he spied Ontari. Over the time they had formed some form of bond. Given that they were to marry, it was almost a soft relationship - and he certainly was growing soft towards her. And he didn't intend to hide it. Still carrying the rabbits, he moved to her. "Ontari." He said. He'd touch her, did he not carry the rabbits. "Are you okay? You look..." In a certain way different.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 0:27:53 GMT
 
Nia would kill her. Ontari had no idea if her black blood would be able to save her now. She had created this mess and it would be near impossible to get out of it. Her mind ran back to the festival of lights, to the boredom and then the pleasure that had followed. To how she had began to feel a week ago, vomiting like there was a sickness upon her. And now, as she looked down at her own belly she could see the way it slightly curved out into a small bump. There was no denying now what had happened, no way of hiding it or getting rid of it. There was a baby growing inside her and she was engaged to be married to Prince Roan. Those two things could not go together.
The worst part of this situation to Ontari was the fact that she was finding herself wanting to marry Roan more and more as each day went by. She didn't know if it was all the time they were spending together causing her to get used to the idea or if maybe, just maybe, she was learning what love felt like. It didn't matter then, however, as this situation she now found herself in would be likely to end their engagement - and her life.
Maybe Ontari would run. Maybe she would be able to find somewhere far enough away that Nia wouldn't be able to find her. Maybe she would be able to find refuge somewhere. She had heard about peaceful clan, only rumors but maybe they would be able to hide her. If only the idea didn't make her cringe. Ontari had no idea how she would live a peaceful life. There was nothing that Ontari loved more than being in the heat of a battle. She had been raised to love to kill and to fight and that was what she was actually good at. To live in a peaceful clan would be to take away the only thing that she knew she could do and throw her into a place where people would likely hate her because of who she had been raised to be.
No, Ontari wouldn't be able to run. There would be no choice for her to face what she had done. Firstly, she would tell Roan. She didn't know why she wanted to tell him. Maybe it was that she hoped he would take part of the blame and be punished with her. Or maybe it was the feelings that she had growing for him. Whatever it was, Ontari dressed and made her way to the hall where she knew the hunters would come when they returned. Roan was out hunting with the others, collecting supplies to get them through the long nights of an Azgeda winter. When he came in, carrying rabbits that he had hunted, Ontari made sure that he would see her and was relieved when he walked over to her. They would be out of earshot of the others.
"Roan," Ontari greeted, her voice sounded stiff and the stress was obvious in her tone. Hiding things in her speech was not something that Ontari had ever been particularly good at. It was when he asked if she were okay that she took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she needed to say. Once the words were out, they were out and they would have to be dealt with. "No, I'm not," she answered, looking up to meet Roan's eyes. With the emotion that his eyes held, Ontari's heart beat faster as she had found it now did more often than she would like to admit. "Do you remember the festival of lights?" She couldn't quite admit it yet, apparently. The fear for her life, of possibly losing Roan... Fear was something she could never quite shake off and it was what stopped her then. ash || Wow this made me sad to write. |
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Post by ash on Oct 25, 2016 17:10:05 GMT
Did he remember the Festival of Lights? What question was this? He did something, didn't he? Something he might not put an emphasis on, but was important enough to her to bring this up now, not that he could blame her for that. He sometimes found little things in others that he remembered and they didn't. it was part of life and the way they experienced things differently. But he remembered everything that ultimately counted. He remembered their night. He remembered how gentle she had gotten for moments and how different. It was like it was with many: In bed she had only one role to fulfill: Being herself.
"I remember a lot." he said, but refused to say more out in the open. What exactly happened between them was none of the business of his men and others around them, who would probably not, but still could overhear what was said between them. Roan sighed. He hated the fact that they were usually around people in one form or the other. He liked it private. But he couldn't have that very often. "All of it I dare say, but if you ask that, I probably don't. Did I snore?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 9:01:50 GMT
The answer Roan gave was pretty typical of him and Ontari couldn't help the roll of her eyes, even in her stressed and anxious state. He remembered a lot. Yep, that was helpful. But the answer gave her enough to know that he did indeed remember the night that they had spent together and that he wouldn't be surprised to hear the news she gave him, at least in the way that he would understand why she was telling him. There was no doubt in Ontari's mind of who the father of her child was because there was only one person she had slept with: Roan. That's why she needed to be sure that he still remembered that night. If he didn't remember it because it hadn't meant anything to him -- which wasn't something that Ontari didn't wish... though she would never admit that -- then he wouldn't understand her words, or take them in the way she hoped he would.
If he knew right away that the baby was his, it gave her the most hope that things might turn out good to a degree at least. There was no way this would be a good thing for them and Ontari doubted the engagement would stand. But if she could find a way to keep her life, find a way to get through this with herself and the child, that would be enough, she guessed. The fact that she couldn't deny was that the life growing inside of her was something she cared for. Maybe because it had been created by her and Roan, maybe because of some instinct within in, but she couldn't deny that and she wanted to keep him or her safe. Her thoughts on this were doing nothing in helping her gain the confidence she needed.
A soft laugh left her at Roan's question on whether he snored, the little bit of humor distracting her, just enough. The bluntness that Roan gave was something that Ontari appreciated. It was hard to separate her feelings that were growing from him and the feelings that were growing with the baby inside of her. In a way, coming to tell Roan of the baby, it almost felt like she was tying all of the emotion together. It was going to hurt later. "No, you didn't snore," Ontari told him, unable to really put a smile on her lips even with the small laughter she had managed before. "You did nothing wrong then." Well, that wasn't exactly true, since them sleeping together had been the wrong thing to do. But that wasn't what she meant by her words.
Taking a deep breath, Ontari looked into Roan's eyes again, her arm moving to rest at her stomach, hand sitting protectively over it. Her eyes dropped down to look at her own belly. The words she needed to say, honestly, she had no idea how she could say them. Maybe her actions would speak enough but she doubted they would since she doubted Roan would be expecting this. Her head raised again and she glanced around at the room, the other people in it. They were far enough away, likely still able to overhear but only if they really tried. Part of Ontari wanted to just tell Roan to meet her at her room later but... she knew she needed to tell him already. "Roan," she said, keep her voice low and taking another step closer towards him. She kept her voice no louder than a whisper as she continued to speak "I'm pregnant." |
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Post by ash on Nov 23, 2016 15:48:07 GMT
He was confused. If he didn’t snore what was it? He tried to remember, until she said that maybe he really didn’t make a mistake. And maybe he didn’t. But what was it? Ontari was not the kind to get this serious over nothing. If something was bothering her, it was something real, not some “I didn’t know what to wear” matter. With Ontari it might easily be a life and death kind of thing. And if it was, he had to worry. As it turned out, he had to worry, but not in a way she might expect. Pregnant. If she told him, after asking about their night, he had to be the father. So she was expecting a child. That in itself was no bad news. Children were a blessing, even his mother would appreciate an heir, especially one from her. But it was dangerous, too. Especially in this case.
His mother would be furious and pleased, but mostly furious. “We can’t tell anyone yet.” He whispered. “We need a plan. This could be dangerous.” If the enemy found out, they might use it. And what his mother would make them do, he didn’t want to force Ontari into anything. “We need to consider our options.” But he had no doubt she already did this alone. And they were out in the open. They shouldn’t be. Not while discussing something like that. “Lets go to one of our rooms.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 10:37:58 GMT
Roan understood that he was the father, he hadn't missed the obvious. That was easy to work out from the way he reacted, pointing out some of the obvious things that Ontari already knew. They couldn't tell anyone. Her pregnancy could be dangerous. Yes, that was true. It could be dangerous for her, for Roan, for the actual baby now growing inside of her. It didn't matter which side got a whiff of the news, so many people would use the news for bad reasons. The child was an heir. A child to unmarried royalty. He or she was the child of Queen Nia's precious hidden Natblida. This didn't mean that Ontari was annoyed at Roan pointing out things she already knew, she didn't think she could find it in herself then to be annoyed. She had already been through that anger towards him when she had first come to learn of the pregnancy. She had moved past it and all she knew was that she wanted the baby safe now. It was all that seemed to matter.
Ontari nodded, agreeing completely with the idea of getting somewhere private. "Let's," she said, turning to start towards her own room, only glancing back briefly to check that Roan was following her. She didn't bother to make any small talk as she walked, little worries sparking that people might be watching, that she would say something to him and it would lead to Nia finding out about the baby. It had been risky enough telling him how she had. Privacy was the most important thing then. There were other things Ontari had to worry about as well as she walked, the instinct to touch her belly, to protect it when someone got too close who was holding a weapon, even though they would have no reason to hurt her. Hell, she had multiple weapons on herself. Still, the instincts came. Her already worrisome and careful personality only coming out stronger. "Okay, we can talk here," Ontari said as the door for her room was closed behind them both. "Your mother won't be happy." It was the first thing Ontari could think to say in privacy, and honestly, it was what she was most worried about. Nia was always her biggest worry. |
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Post by ash on Jan 24, 2017 16:13:21 GMT
It felt like a trance. He was walking, but it made no sense. If someone would ask him later, he wouldn’t even be able to tell to what place he had walked to. He just walked to where he needed to be or felt like he needed to be. And now he stood there, in a private quarter where nobody could overhear the dangerous fact they had to discuss now. They were expecting a child. They were expecting a bastard heir to a throne that not even Roan currently wanted. But it was the legacy he left for his child, if he wanted to or not.
“My mother isn’t happy at her own shadow.” Roan pointed out, full of bitterness and clearly unhappy with his mother at the moment. He dislike the way she acted around him, but she was his mother, he listened, he behaved. It was his duty and it was not yet his place to change Azgeda. His time would come soon enough. “She can never find out.” And that alone would be a feat in itself. “We must… get you away somehow. And we must it seem like it was her idea. Training or something. A long training up in the north. I know the cold up north is dangerous for newborns, but I doubt we have any better place to go. We could run.”
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