Ara had awakened at her fiance's side, free of her armor and her head on his chest. She wasn't sure how long she had slept but she felt the urge to run as she was beginning to be nauseous again. The soldiers were too busy drinking and celebrating outside to notice her slipping out and throwing up. Instead of hovering over to catch her breath, she silently went back, her stomach feeling sore from numerous times of emptying it.
She held her stomach with her arms as she winced. The babies, it seemed, didn't want her to be celebrating as much as she wanted to. But she was able to kiss his cheek and rest her head under his. Now that she would be getting a full pardon soon, they should plan the wedding as soon as possible and get it over with quickly, not that she was in a hurry, but she wanted to get it done before their children arrived. She didn't want them to be bastard children like she was.
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