1 week after The High Lord
Sonea gazed out the window towards the cemetery, it had been expanded to fit those killed in the invasion. There was one which was slightly apart from the rest, the resting place of her love. Tears welled in her eyes as the memories came back to her, his cold body as she held him close, leaving her all alone. How she wished he had held onto just a tiny bit of magic... But then she wasn't truly alone. Inside her womb lay their child, her last link to him. She placed her hands gently on her stomach as fresh tears rolled down her face, her arms slowly wrapped around herself, cradling her body. A slow click from behind her made her turn, and as she saw the door open she reached and quickly wiped away her tears. Blue eyes greeted her as he walked in, Dorrien had stayed close to her since that day. As he saw that she was crying again, he came over "It will be ok, little Sonea." She couldn't hold back the tears now, and more rolled down her cheeks. Dorrien held his arms open slightly "Come here," he said gently and held her close, her head resting on his chest. He reached up, slowly stroked her hair, and carefully rested his head on hers, trying to console her any way he could.
Many emotions went through his mind, he loved holding her close, not just to console her, but because he cared for her deeply. He would love to gently kiss her, but he knew her heart belonged to Akkarin, even now. He knew she was Akkarin's since he found her sleeping in his arms. But he knew he couldn't be jealous now of all times, Sonea was his main and only concern. She had been through so much, and now she had her pregnancy to worry about as well. He could not be Akkarin for her, but he could be there for her, to comfort and console. Her cries had turned to gentle sobbing and he lifted his head from hers and she pulled away slowly. As she raised her head Dorrien looked down at her, and gave a small smile. "Thank you Dorrien." She said softly. He smiled again, happy to see she had stopped crying at least. He knew she wouldn't be the same for a long while. "Let's go find my father," he replied.
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That night Sonea had violent dreams. Waking abruptly, she sat up and sighed. Every night she had nightmares of the past events, and each time she woke to find herself alone. Although only spending a few nights close to Akkarin, she missed his presence dearly. Her bed was so cold. So alone. Closing her eyes she sent her mind forth to her womb, she felt the life of her child growing, so small and delicate, and she could lose it at any time. For now though it was growing well. Vinara had taught her how to check the baby's progress and whether it was going well, and she frequently checked. To lose it now would lose all hope she had gained. She felt emotionally frail, numb to the core like being out in a frosty winter night. Akkarin had been her warmth.