AN: I haven'written anything on this site since July I believe, and for that I apologize. I wrote this little one shot after reading 'Alphabet' by marecalore, if you havent read the story I recomend it for all the Mare/Maven shippers out there. :) Anyway, I have been wanting to do a "No war, No rebellion" oneshot for quite some time now and here it is. Please note that I may continue if I recieve enough feedback.
AN #2: For those wondering about my other story, "Pleasing the King", I am not really feeling up to writing smut for the moment. I may update randomely one day, but like I said, that remains to be seen. This Author's Note is really long, so I'll shut up and let you read.
A warm day. A pleasant day, Mare thinks as she looks outside her window. Her fingers curl around the smooth gray fabric of the curtains while she stares off into the distance. The grass is a vivid green and the tree branches gently sway to the easy breeze. Shining above is the sun, providing a warmth that could even thaw out Elara's icy heart. She chuckles at the thought before a sound interrupts her thoughts.
An adorable coo comes from her son's crib as he raises his chubby little fingers up into the air. She smiles with motherly love and places her hand on his head, smoothing the soft black tufts of hair. Mare kisses his forehead when he grips her index finger into his tiny fist. Intelligent blue eyes blink up at her when she picks him up to feed him.
In the privacy of the nursery, she slips down the sleeve of her white gown to expose her breast for her baby to suckle. Elara had disapproved at first, advising if not ordering her to hire a silver wet nurse for David. They had argued about it for weeks prior to David's birth but Mare's stubbornness and vicious refusal had won. Not to mention that Maven had to have a word or two with the previous queen that mad her back down.
Princess Mareena and Queen Elara had also argued over David's name. The Queen had wanted to name him Williamafter her father or Ethan, to support the story that Mare really was the lost daughter of House Titanos. The King joked and suggested that the baby be named Tiberias , but Maven had shut the idea down as quickly as it had come. Cal and Evangeline didn't seem to care, and the newlywed couple said nothing when asked about their opinions. They instead chose to shrug and quietly eat their dinner. In the end, it was Julian who suggested the name. It was the name of a wise king from ancient times he said. Mare liked the name and Maven thought it was a reasonable choice even if their son would only be a prince.
Evangeline's attitude didn't bother Mare, but Cal's did. She felt a bit hurt when he began to avoid her as much as possible. She thought they were at least friends, no matter what awkward situations had happened in the past. When she bought up the subject with Maven, he sighed and said that it was probably for the best before falling fast asleep. Pregnant and tired, Mare took his advice and did nothing. Thinking back, she kind of wishes she did.
When David finishes his lunch, she pulls the sleeve over her shoulder again. As she begins to burp him, a knock comes from the door. "Enter," she says just as David burps. Expecting it to be Maven, Mare is surprised to see Cal standing at the door.
"Hello Cal." She says simply.
He looks a little sheepish and scratches the back of his neck, "Uh hello Mare. Evangeline says she needs to talk to you."
She furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "Why?" She asks. Mare has absolutely no idea as to why the magnetron would want to speak to her.
"I'm not sure, she said it was urgent." He replies. Cal's gaze seems to be focused on David and Mare can't help but smile.
"May I hold him?" He asks quietly.
Mare chuckles warmly, "How about you watch him while I go talk to Evangeline?" She walks towards him and gently places her son in to his uncle's arms. David fusses a bit as Cal awkwardly accepts him. "Support his head and sit on the chair." She advises.
Once they've settled on the plush chair, Mare heads towards the door. As she closes it behind her she can faintly hear Cal's say, "He looks exactly like Maven."
A Sentinel is waiting outside to escort her into Queen Evangeline's chambers. Walking through the halls, she sees no one but Sentinels. All standing guard with stoic faces, they still seem terrifying.
She knocks loudly on the door and a muffled "Come in." Sounds from inside. Pushing the door open, Mare steps inside the room. The room is dark because the curtains are closed and objects are strewn across the room. She looks towards the bed and sees Evangeline in a robe with a pillow clutched to her body. Her hair is a mess and she appears to be trembling?
"Evangeline, what's the matter?" She asks a bit worriedly. Mare steps towards the bed cautiously until she is sitting at the edge of the bed.
"That's Queen Evangeline to you, Titanos." She snaps back. Well whatever is wrong with Evangeline can't be that bad if she still manages to be rude to Mare.
Mare rolls her eyes, "If you're going to be rude then I'll leave." She gets up and turns, but a hand catches her wrist. She pauses and looks to the scared woman on the bed.
"No please, stay." She practically begs.
Mare sighs and sits back down on the bed. "Alright, tell me what's wrong."
A deep breath, "I think I'm pregnant."
Now that was something Mare was not expecting. Evangeline, pregnant? With Cal's baby? She stares at Evangeline with wide eyes and open mouth. "A-Are you sure?" She stutters out.
Evangeline snorts, "Of course I'm sure, I'm two months late and I can already feel the morning sickness waiting to make an arrival. " she scoffs and crosses her arms, "Well? Say something!"
"Oh uh, how do you feel?" She asks hesitantly.
"Honestly? I'm terrified! I heard your blood curdling screams when you tried to push out the kid." Evangeline exclaims and throws her hands up.
"The kid's name is David by the way." Mare mutters.
"Not to mention I'll swell up like a balloon!" She complains. Her hands are now covering her face as she goes on about how she'll no longer be able to train anymore.
Thoroughly amused by a distressed Evangeline, Mare makes a daring move and grabs Evangeline's hands and pulls them off her face. "Don't worry Evangeline, it's not as bad as it seems."
"I-I-I guess you're right." She admits quietly. She doesn't look at Mare and just stares at her legs beneath the blanket. Evangeline places a tentative hand to her still flat stomach and whispers, "I'm carrying Tiberias's son."
Mare nods, "Or daughter."
That comment snaps Evangeline's head up, "Don't be an idiot, of course it will be a boy, it has to be."
"Well if your so sure," Mare trails off as she remembers about her own son, who is in the arms of his inexperienced uncle. She shakes her head, "Evangeline I have to go, I left David with Cal and I'm not sure if Cal knows what to do if David starts crying."
"You can't leave until I dismiss you Mareena." Evangeline sneers.
Mare groans in frustration, "May I be dismissed Queen Evangeline?"
"Yes, now get out of my chambers!" She exclaimed. Mare didn't bother with a curtsy and walked out the door, slamming it behind her for good measure.
The sentinel that escorted her is nowhere to be seen. Good, she thinks, I didn't want them breathing down my neck anyways. She passes a room, her old room she realizes. The one she used when she was still engaged to Maven before moving into his quarters upon their marriage. Does she want to go back in there? It's not like it houses any painful memories, right? When her hand begins to to reach out to the handle, she pauses and draws back. Another day Mare promises. But then again, how long ago did she make that promise?
She doesn't know when she finally came upon the nursery's door until she comes face to face with the wooden door. Not bothering to knock, she opens the door and steps right in. She's surprised with what she sees.
Maven and Cal, both towering over David's crib. He doesn't make a sound and Mare can only assume that he's asleep. Her entrance has snapped both their heads up and Cal steps aside to let her come closer.
"What's going on?" She quietly asks, upon noticing that her son is indeed asleep.
"He's a burner." Maven whispers with fascination and fatherly pride. Her own eyes widen as she can feel a familiar warmth radiating off of her son's body and presses a soft touch to his forehead.
"Are you sure that he doesn't have a fever?" She laughs nervously. She didn't expect to know what his ability would be so soon.
"Of course not, we burners recognize our own." Cal whispers from the corner. She nods her head and turns back to Maven, "We should leave and let him sleep." He doesn't want to, Mare can see it in his eyes but he steps away from the crib anyways.
"Let's go." She says as she ushers them out of the room.