Kenna counted the days over and over again in her head. This couldn't be right; there had to be some mistake. When she realized there was no denying it anymore, Kenna sat on the floor and cried. She was pregnant, and she had no idea who the father was. It wasn't that she had wanted to have sex with Henry; he had forced himself on her. She had cried the entire time, including the two days after while Bash was in the forest trying to find The Darkness. She hadn't wanted this to happen, and tried everything she could to make sure it didn't. There was only one person to go to: Nostradamus.
She walked through the corridors quickly and with a purpose. She went down to Nostradamus's room and rapped on the door. He opened it, and looked very puzzled when he saw her.
"Lady Kenna?"
"I need your help."
"How can I help you?"
"I'm with child…"
"Congratulations. I'm sure Lord Sebastian will be very happy."
"I don't know if the baby is Bash's."
"I beg your pardon?"
"King Henry…he…took advantage of me," Kenna buried her head in her hands and started to cry.
Nostradamus put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't cry, Lady Kenna. There are ways to tell who the father is."
"There is?"
"Come with me."
Nostradamus led her to his exam room, and sat her on the bed. He performed strange rituals around her, and then started to hang himself. Kenna was terrified; she screamed and quickly untied the rope.
"Are you okay, Nostradamus? Why would you do that" Kenna asked, still panicked.
"It is the only way I can get my visions to come to me willingly."
"That's terrifying."
"It is. But I know who the father of your baby is."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's Sebastian."
Kenna started crying with relief, and ran upstairs to find Bash.
"Kenna?" he asked when he saw her. "Why are you crying? What's wrong, love?"
"We're going to have a baby, Bash. I'm pregnant."