She was used to being called names. Many people called her different things.
A threat. A thing to be feared. Dangerous. Deranged.
Even he would call her names from time to time, not all of them pleasant. But she expected that. If she resisted his being King then it was only fair that he got to throw some names around. War wasn't usually fair, but on this point she allowed herself to act out of character.
Her sanity was constantly questioned. More names to add to the ever growing list.
Insane. Never lucid. Absent. Mentally challenged.
However, there was one name that she had never expected. One name that she never applied to herself. Neither had he. Even the King hadn't guessed that they would need to add a new name to her list.
In the rare moments where the two of them lay, too exhausted to fight, they would share something more sentimental, still violent; War couldn't do away with violence on a whim. Those rare moments were diamonds in the rough, a precious gem that, although neither would admit it, they both treasured the way gems should be.
Now, whenever War and her King met a strange look would come into his eyes. He would allow a softness to overcome his usually passive features, a softness that no one had ever given to her. The soft look would drift from her and focus on the ever-growing bundle she now carried in her arms and protected with her life.
Before he could utter a single sound, the one name Bananach still hadn't grown used to would piece the silence.
"Mama."