Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tamora Pierce's. Sorry.
Thanks to jedibubbles who edits all of my writings! I almost put 'toilet' in this one, and they didn't have toilets! Oh the embarrassment.
The sun shone through the window and into my eyes, rudely rousing me. I had never awakened to the sun shining in my eyes before, and I vaguely wondered why it was doing so now. I frowned over at my clock and it was already past noon! I had slept in longer than ever before. My stomach gave me a warning that soon I would be throwing up again. Another new thing this week, I'd never had to empty the bucket this much in my life! However, I felt strangely empty so I looked around the room, trying to figure out what was missing that should have been there. It was then that it hit me; I was looking for Rosto again. We had been bedmates just two weeks ago but now he was gone.
I held the note he had left me a week ago in my hands, reading it over one more time. How could he? That Rosto, he took advantage of me. He'd known all along it was just for a night. He'd taken advantage of my time of weakness, the weakness accounting to the fact that Goodwin had just died and my little brother was dying. The only good part in this whole mess is that my brother got over the illness the doctors thought was going to kill him.
Rosto had known that I loved him, even though I didn't want to admit it to anyone. I couldn't even deny him a kiss! When he kissed me I simply kissed him back, I should have slapped him. If I'd slapped him, maybe this never would have happened; maybe I would have had the strength to tell him I wasn't interested in him. It was too late, though. I was pregnant and the Rogue was gone.
I know it was short, but it's the prologue. You simply can not blame me. I refuse to be blamed. However, feel free to review.