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Medina had woken from her accidental nap to a dark empty room to a strange radiating pain in her abdomen.

While aware there was an event tonight, she had not been required, or asked to attend - which was fine with her. Medina had to practically roll over to sit up and she winced when her back hurt and... Where was Hope? Medina swallowed thickly, looking to the bassinet in the corner. A twinge in her stomach made her wince but... She'd felt enough of those while she was pregnant with Hope. Fred had told her they were just muscle twitches. They would be fine. Though, this pregnancy had seemed to be a little bit more delicate than the one she had with Hope. Like being pampered had made her... Weaker. It wasn't a real thing. Medina wasn't a stupid woman. Sometimes, they were just delicate and... Had to be protected.

The pair had also not been surrounded by Mordecai.

Medina sucked in a breath before she stood up, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around herself to ward off the chill from her barefeet on the cold floor.

"Where's my son?" She asked the maid waiting by her door, trying to squint at the woman through the twinge. The maid paled slightly before she looked down the hall and then back at Medina, mouth opening and then closing again.  "Where is my son," she snarled at the girl. They had never not instantly answered her. They had always known where her boy was.

"My lady," The girl started, reaching for her, hands shaking, "My lady he just slipped away," she didn't want to lie. Medina was in a delicate state, they knew! Lying would make it worse, right? Medina winced before she pushed the door open. "I could have taken care of him!" Medina snarled at the girl, marching down the hall, one hand supporting her pregnant belly. Though quickly she stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall. "I'm..." Medina hitched a breath, eyes falling closed for a moment, nightgown clutched in her fingers.

"Tina," Medina looked at the girl, fear in her eyes, "Go... Go get someone," She panted, sweat gathering at her temples at the sudden onslaught of pain. It was too soon. Medina felt panic flair up in her chest as the sound of footsteps ran down the hallway. Her heart pounded as surely as the pain grew worse. Tears of pain and panic pricked at her golden eyes while she moved back to the bedroom. Maybe she could lay down. Maybe it would be better if she went back to sleep.

There were so many mordecai here she couldn't heal herself if she tried. She could barely force herself to run and she'd have to run so far... She wanted her brother. No, she wanted her sister. She wanted her Stranger and as she climbed back onto her bed and propped herself up with pillows and tried to breathe as calmly as she could Medina just wanted the pain to go away.

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He couldn't believe he was still on baby sitting duty, tonight of all nights. He had only a small ounce of freedom out on the lawn. And already that was discarded and his blood was boiling. The child seemed unaffected, cooing as Zannrick cradled the babe against his shoulder guard and made his way down the hallway, further from the party, and deeper into the palace.

Once he had gotten to her wing, he saw a flight of panicking nurses and he had to command attention and force an answer before he realized something was wrong.

"The Grand Duke's lady.. she.."

That was enough for him to hear. He passed off the child.

"Take him and follow me." A hand rested on the hilt of his blade. Though it was presumed the fear might have come from something else, one could never be too careful if they might need to use a blade. But when he pushed the door open and heard her moans, even his stomach dropped.
And he knew. He didn't have to go through all of what he was about to. He knew.


She'd lose the child, was losing it now. It was too early. And from what he could see...

"She's losing a lot of blood."
His face fell into a tight, grim line as he barked out the orders.

"Bring the nurse, a doctor, summon all you can and get some god damn clean towels in here to clean up all this blood!"
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Draconian

It was a sudden sharp pain.  Isolated in her gut. Along her spine and then it was everywhere and she screamed. Medina was in labour and it was months too soon. Between the sharp pains she'd wondered what she'd done wrong. Wondered what she'd done to have this happen to her.

Though unborn, she'd loved the second child. Medina tensed again, a hand pressed to her abdonem. Tina had returned with a few of the nurses. The few that had known about her pregnancy came at Tinas insistance but none of them were prepared for what was happening.

Medina couldn't understand why this hurt more.

Cheeks wet with tears she jerked slightly at Zannrick's voice. Having not seen him except for distant passing since he'd slapped her she tensed and leaned away. Another violent contraction had her gasp out again, teeth sinking into her lip. More fat tears slid down her cheeks.

"Zannrick," her voice was wet sounding and she had her arms back, holding what she could of the bedframe for purchase. Resisting in vain for the life of her already doomed child. "I'm sorry," she panted, knuckles white. "Don't stay," she panted, looking pale her golden eyes dull, "you don't need to see this, it's already-"

A silent scream, lips clamped shut, another pained moan. When the contraction was over she slumped, sweaty and panting. "It's already too late."

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Zannrick's eyes were fierce.
"Calent would never forgive me were I to abandon you during this time of need."
Even if he hated her, he did not hate Allarrick, and had already vowed his life to the other man. And he, if anything, was a man of his word. And through hate, he'd deliver her dead baby one way or another, even if it was not strictly by his own hands.

He began to peel off his armor.

"WHere are the damn towels!?" he barked. "And bring water. Lots of hot water. She's having a baby." Doomed as it were.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
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Draconian

Hot water and towels.

Medina resisted the help. Wanted people out of the room. Wanted to be alone. She didn't try to hide anything. Her emotions plain on her pale face. Eyes red from tears. Zannrick turned into her focus point. The only thing familiar in the room.

Again, she begged him to leave. Not for her, not because she was embarassed. A memory of this would be scarring for anyone. Finally, the midwife arrived, eyes puffy from sleep. Though quickly they brightened, however a few moments of calculating and she realized that this wouldn't be a celebratory night. 

"Oh, pet," she said, smoothing a cloth over Medina's sweaty forehead.

"How long has she been like this?" The woman asked, looking to Zannrick.

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"How the bloody hell should I know?" Zannrick seethed. "Hope was found out on the party. I found the child out at the party, fetched him up to bring him here and I happen upon her like this." HIs lips curled souredly. "She's having the child early." And even he knew... "Her life could be as compromised as the unborn's."
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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The midwife sucked in a breath.

"This will be fast and hard," she said simply while Medina tried not to writhe on the bed. Sweating and panting, pain wrinkling her face. "If we're lucky, the Lady should make it. If we're not... Our dear Hope may be an orphan," the midwife bussled about, moving towels and ordering things about.

She was a little rough with Medina, pushing her night gown up and out of the way without a care who was in the room. Medina slowly just grew delirious from pain. "Dear," the midwife said, looking to Zannrick, "Take her hands. The child is large enough to cause trouble and she'll need your help when she has to bear down. I think she's been like this for a while - it could be any moment." Or also in a few hours, but with the state the girl was in... Medina cried when she wasn't panting and holding her breath though contractions, she couldn't do this to her baby though. Couldn't end its so soon.

"I'm sorry," she panted, tears in her eyes, looking to Zannrick, "i'm so sorry."

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Her apologies breeded such hate.
"Stop apologizing." It wouldn't do her any good. She was probably delusional on pain. He cut the midwife a look. "The Grand Duke is busy." He wouldn't be able to come. He shouldn't come. But he had a feeling he might try to if he were to seek him out. Zannrick scowled at his options.

"You should be grateful you're in the Grand Duke's palace." She was having the best care afforded to her. But that also meant they needed to summon a doctor.

"You." he turned to one of the servants bringing in supplies. "Fetch one of the healers, two if you can and be quick about it."
Despite his hatred towards Medina, he knew his position and it was still to follow Calent's orders. Even if he knew this woman was a grave mistake.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Draconian

If only they knew.

Medina wanted to be anywhere else.

She wanted to be with her sister.

They could fix this. They would heal her. They would make her better. Medina trembled in pain, flushed, sweaty. She wanted to be at home. Hope had been such an easy pregnancy. The natural magic in her, keeping her healed and healthy. Keeping Hope healed and healthy.

"Don't tell him," She pleaded to Zannrick, eyes bright, "Not now. Not tonight," she let her head tip back involuntarily, teeth clenched, hands fisting in the bedding.  A loud breath before she held it for another moment. As Zannrick demanded the servant rushed off to find a healer, quickly escorting them into the room and ready to do as was instructed.

Like the midwife predicted, it was hard and fast.

There were a few bits of fabric soaked with blood and fluid and it wasn't long before Medina could barely keep her eyes open through the pain and exhaustion.

"Zannrick," She panted, hand loose on his arm while she tried to keep her eyes open, "Please, go. Please." She begged before, finally, she propped herself up and bore down with a near scream followed by a pained gasp and panting.

There was no cry from the babe. It was grey and lifeless, quickly swaddled and placed on her abdomen. It wasn't that it was too soon, Medina observed in a haze, looking down at the dead child, it had died inside her. Medina swallowed and smoothed a finger over the lifeless cheek before she collapsed back. Eyes closed, breathing even.  Probably best for her to pass out after such an ordeal.

"It would have been a daughter," The healer observed, moving the child and covering it up in a bundle of cloth. "We'll take care of the body and have a maid watch her. You should go have yourself a stiff drink. If you want to inform the... Father... "He paused, glancing at the pale woman, the healer still doing his best to clean her up, "or if you want one of us to, we'll leave that to your decision." A nod and with the child cradled in his arms, the second healer moved away to take care of the little details.

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Despite her wishes, the mordecai stayed. If the Grand Duke couldn't be present, he knew he had to act as a stand in- in some way or another. But to see the child born still as death was gruesome enough. Calent didn't need that on his plate. Nor did he.

When the still child was placed in the woman's arms he might have felt a small pang of pity for the woman. But he wouldn't let it become more than that.

"Dispose of the child quickly," came his quiet orders. "And see she is tended to. Cleaned up.... " and though he hesitated, he added, "And healthy."
Even though he wished death on the woman, it still wasn't his place to cast it upon her now. No. He had more important things to deal with. A party to attend, if he could swallow the rest of it...

And to think of a way to let Calent know. This would be a hard secret to keep.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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The healer nodded and carried out the orders.

The child would be discretely removed from the palace. Placed into a basket and weighed down by rocks. Buried in the middle of the night under a tree and carefully covered back up. The ground look almost undisturbed and except for rock placed on top of the grave, there was no indication of what was there.

Medina got the best care. Cleaned up. Sheet's washed. Room aired out. The maids bathed her when she was momentarily conscious and they did their best to ignore her quiet pleas for her child. Crying how it wouldn't survive. Medina cried herself to exhaustion a second time around dawn, the breeze from the open window on her face.

Zannrick was a far thought from her mind. He didn't leave. Medina closed her eyes and moved her hand over her stomach. The image of the child would haunt her forever - as surely as it would haunt him. Out of tears, Medina simply turned her face into the morning light and closed her eyes. She still had Hope. Her beloved little Hope. A request had him brought to her, and she snuggled him against her chest, falling asleep with him resting against her.

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