Sky POV
Months ago I was having dreams of my kingdom's destruction, and now that it has become my reality I don't know what to think any more. A week from the Army of Decay's attack led by King Jinger I found myself feeling less like a king and more like the guy I was in my years at Red Fountain, struggling to grasp who I was and what to do.
I can't thank Brandon and Stella enough for making Solaria a hub for all refugees and injured people of Eraklyon. The Army did not only destroy the palace but venturing out to local cities near it. A lot of the workers and residents of the palace were injured, and having the help of friends to tend to them is making it a lot easier to handle.
But however big my problems I have to deal with, I make time to visit the hospital tent daily, giving support to those injured and hurt in the battle. The guards who fought, and the innocents that were wounded.
"I'm sure you will be back on your feet in no time." I reassure Ashton, my head guard lying on a stretcher bed, his right leg sitting on top of a stack of pillows. He was poisoned by one of the stingray creatures before he made it to the portal. Poisoned victims have been healed, but from this it has caused the wounds to take longer to heal.
"Damn right, and I will be helping to clear up the palace. I have made sure all abled guards are helping and keeping the palace secure in the mean time." Ashton answers, and I see the determination on his face to get up again and help.
I give him a smile." Thanks Ashton, but I will be taking it from here. I don't want you overdoing yourself. I rather you rest first, work later."
I am met with an eye roll, its one of the reason I like working with Ashton as he isn't afraid to express his opinion with me. Also he already knows how stubborn I am, and when I say things, I mean them, and won't be persuaded other wise.
"Fine Your Majesty, but whether you like it or not I will be back at my job this time next week."
I don't argue as I stand up patting his shoulder and move on to the next section of the tent. I walk though the isle of beds and stride through a flap and nearly bump into Flora.
Flora volunteered to help heal and take care of everyone once through the portal. With her healing magic and potions she has made such a difference.
"Sky, I wasn't expecting you until later." She says, already hurrying away to a small desk filled with fresh bandages and potions. Bottles clinked together as she rummaged through them.
"I had time to come early, is everything alright here?"
Picking up a small bottle of clear pink liquid she nods with a sad smile." All serious injuries have been attend to, it's all about the recovery now…" Flora's head cranes to the side to look passed me, and she gives a motherly scowl I recognize to well. I look in that direction and see amongst the patients in the bed Bloom standing among them attending and offering comfort to a couple of people.
My heads turns back to Flora when she starts to speak again." I keep telling her she needs to rest, she looks exhausted but she won't listen to me"
" We both know Bloom is beyond stubborn." Agreeing with Flora's opinion, there's nothing more I would like for Bloom to be resting after all that had happened. She was bed ridden for three days, orders from Dr. Michaels. She fought me out of bed the fourth morning-literally- to go out side. But she found herself here the past few days. I do agree that her presence here is helping, but she seems more tired then I have ever seen before. Which makes me worried for her and the baby.
"True… But Sky if you can persuade her to take it easy I feel it would be best for her." Flora suggests and I nod, understanding her worry for her friend. And I guess she would know what Bloom is feeling having two children of her own.
"I'll see if a bubble bath could tempt her to relax." Knowing Bloom well it's the one of the only things I can think that is a relaxing thing she would want to do.
Flora smiles before her eyes light up and she turns back to the desk and sorts through the small bottles again. She plucks one out that looks to be filled with some form of oil, it's colouring light yellow. " Its oil extracted from the Thifagna flower from Linfea, its scent is supposed relieve stress. A few drops in the hot water and it should help"
She hands me the bottle." Thank you Flora, if she comes back tomorrow do you mind keeping an eye on her?"
Flora puts on a guilty smile." I'm off duty tomorrow, but Dr. Michaels will be in and I am sure she will have much to say about Bloom's being here."
I chuckle with a nod." Okay, thank you for everything Flora." And I mean it, as I am sure she must find it hard being away from Lily and Hugo.
Flora jus waves it off." Its fine, I should be getting back though." With a quick goodbye she rushes off through the tent flap again. I look ahead of me and see Bloom still making the rounds, now sitting on the edge of a bed talking to her maid Eve. I would go over their and talk to her, but would probably make a scene, and I don't intend to make one to create and uneasy atmosphere in the room. So instead I follow in Flora's direction, but direct myself back to the palace of Solaria where mounds of paper work and reparations must be made.
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It was three hours later I returned to the main guest bedroom of Solaria, to find myself alone. I had been expecting Bloom back before me, and the fact she isn't here yet causes annoyance and worry to flood through me.
However feeling as tied as I probably look I seat myself on the edge of the bed. Running my hands down my face I try and slow my racing mind of the events that have caused such destruction of my planet. Just having a two hour meeting on construction plans for the towns destroyed does my head in, as well as organizing the reconstruction of my own home that was blown to bits by the Decay monsters.
A click of the door sends my attention to it opening by Bloom. She is walking steadily yet with slow steps that have my suspensions right about her exhaustion. Her eyes carry such weight as she smiles at me before coming to join me on the edge of the bed.
"How are you feeling?" I ask as she sits next me, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.
"I'm alright." I don't believe her, and by my face I give her, she sighs." Sky don't start, I had Flora eyeing me like hawk all day. I have a right to be tired you know."
"I know, and you also have a right to relax and stay in bed all-day if your exhausted." I tell her but she shakes her head.
"Then that means you Sky, you should be relaxing and staying in bed all day, you look just as tired." Bloom cleverly, like usual likes to change around the conversation but I stick with the spotlight on her.
"Yes, but I'm not carrying our baby am I?" I raise my eyebrows at her and she playfully rolls her eyes. I know the concern on her face means she has the same worries as me, but Bloom was never someone who sat and did nothing. She had to be doing something.
"Bloom, I'm not going to tell you to not go down to the hospital tent or go for a walk outside, but I am going to say if it becomes to much its alright to rest… you went through a lot. Promise me you'll try and not over exert yourself?" I ask, and I can see the stubborn line on her mouth as she looks to the ground. I use a different method as I lean over letting my lips brush against her jaw. Placing feather like kisses on her neck I don't let her move away as I hold a hand on her back." Please…"
She sighs, a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure. I could feel her mind opposing the choices to make but once I kiss her sweet spot below her earlobe it becomes clear.
"Fine…" I pull away, a victorious smile on my lips. Once I pull back to see her face again I watch her eyes flutter open. She gives me a piercing stare." I didn't say to stop."
I raise my eyebrows and can't help the smirk that appears on my lips as I lean back in and go for a kiss. Feeling her tiredness I go gently, lying her back on to the bed and giving in to our wants before the needs.
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I watched Bloom rest, with her head on a pillow. She finally seemed peaceful as she slept, no pinch of worry between her brows. I didn't want to wake her but her birth-parents had arranged to have dinner with us tonight. And being selfish I didn't feel like dealing with the in-laws by myself.
Brushing my thumb over her cheek I bend down and kiss her forehead, gently coaxing her to wake up. Her eyelids twitch before drawing back reveling her blue eyes. "We've got dinner with your parents in 10 minutes."
Her eyes flicker in remembrance and she nods while yawning. Even after sleeping she still seems tired. "Okay… I'll get ready… do you mind welcoming them for me, I'll be down shortly after for dinner."
Wanting to argue I bite my tongue, remembering to be patient with her after everything. I nod my head." Okay, do you want me to get one of the maids to help you?"
She shakes her head. "I'll be fine… my father isn't that scary."
I purse my lips in annoyance." I'm not scared."
"Your face says other wise." She smirks softly. I chuckle getting up from my crouch, heading to the door.
"I'll see you soon, wish my good luck." I tease. Before I close the door behind me I hear a groggy 'good luck' from Bloom and head down to the dinning room. After getting my bearings in the unfamiliar palace the past few days I have been able to find my way around better.
At least Stella and Brandon will be joining dinner tonight. Even though I still get nervous when ever I am around Oritel. From getting to know him a little better I know where Bloom gets her stubbornness. The reason I don't like one on one with Oritel is I feel he has the expectation I am to be like my father. However I can't decide what version. The loyal friend or the one who betrayed him.
Brandon and Stella where thankfully already there when arriving, talking with Miriam and Oritel. Approaching they stopped their conversation. I greeted Miriam first, who had a wary smile on her face. She had a huge concern for Bloom after the attack at Eraklyon and spent the day after never leaving her side.
I wear a cautious smile greeting Bloom's father with a handshake. He seems to look over my shoulder before saying anything.
"Is my daughter joining us this evening?" he questions, seeming confused.
"She will be… she was just resting before you arrived." I state but it doesn't calm Miriam, as she seems worried now.
"Is she alright?" she asks me, a deep furrow in her brow.
"Miram." Ortiel states, looping an arm around his wife." She's will be fine, after everything I think Bloom has a right to be tired."
I could tell it didn't ease his wife's troubling thoughts, or mine from looking at Miriam but she put on a reluctant smile and nodded.
Dinner was served a couple minutes later, and we assembled in the dinning room. I sat next to an empty chair with Stella on my right. I tried to steer the conversation away from Eraklyon, as I felt exhausted from having to think about it for every second of every day now. Then the topic strived towards the baby, another topic that keeps my up at night and has me constantly worried. Fatherhood loomed over my head like a cloud that wouldn't go away. Not a white and fluffy one, but grey and gloomy that made me nervous.
Miriam didn't speak much, and I realized it was because her eyes were constantly on the door behind my chair. She was waiting for Bloom to come in… and so was I.
Suddenly, before Stella could reply to Ortiels question on her father, Miriam spoke abruptly.
"Has Bloom been overly tired recently?" She asks quickly, as the answer was already going to make her nervous.
"Miriam." Oritel says, a warning in his voice now that I didn't hear before.
"I need to know Ortiel." She glances at her husband, unspoken words reflecting in their eyes. Her attention then turns back to me.
"I suppose, but Dr. Micheals reassured me it was perfectly natural for her to suffer from exhaustion." I defend, feeling myself become anxious from her anxiety on the situation.
"Well it's not usually like this with Bloom." Stella chimes in.
"How so?" Miriam asks, leaning her head towards Stella.
Stella cautiously looks to Brandon, to me then back to my mother in law." When we were at Alfea, after she was worn out from an attack or battle she would be tired for a couple days, max. It's not like her to be this… I mean it could just be the pregnancy."
Miriam some how becomes tenser then she already is, fisting her napkin on the table beside her half eaten plate of food. My temper was starting to ware down, even though I was trying to stay composed for a good impression on my in-laws.
"Stella's right Miriam." Oritel states, consoling his wife." Your overthinking this-"
"Sky, I need to know what happened on the day the Army of Decay attacked." Miriam asks, completely ignoring her husband." Did Bloom use her powers at all?"
"I am assuming so, but I was on the other side of the castle… she hasn't talked about what happened in great detail-"
"Did she separate her power from herself?" Miriam seemed so frantic for answers, she barley gave me time to answer the one before. By my confusion of the question she clarifies." Did she call on Nimwah, did the great dragon leave her at any point-"
"I'm not sure Miriam." I hiss through gritted teeth." And I would like to know why you have this great concern from my wife."
Silence fell across the room. If Oritel was angry with me for the way I spoke out he didn't show it. He was more focused on Miriam, trying to catch her gaze but it remained glued to the table.
"Miriam…" Stella's voice is a soft whisper, not a tone you usually get from her." If Bloom is in any danger we need to know now."
Miriam slowly lifts her head, she sighs heavily." I fear Bloom has made a terrible mistake…"
"What?" my breathe leaves me, worry coursing through me strongly. But Miriam has detached herself from the conversation, slipping into her own world. I had noticed this happen a few times after her miracle return. What ever limbo they were stuck in for over 20 years it had taken its told on Bloom's birth mother.
"As a precaution Sky I think its best to call Dr. Michaels." Oritel looks to me, remorse in his stare.
"I'll call for her." I hear Stella's chair scraping out for her to stand.
"I'm checking on Bloom." I stand, not looking back as I pace out of the dining room.
My mind was buzzing when I forced one foot after the other to hastily make it back to Bloom. Miriam's concern had my composure running thin, if anything was wrong with Bloom or the baby I think by sanity might fall over the edge from all that has happened.
Opening the door to our room I find Bloom changed in dinner attire but she was curled up on the bed, asleep once again.
I sighed walking over and sitting on the side of the bed. My hand rests on her shoulder, giving it a little shake.
"Bloom." I mummer and she stirs before opening eyes full of confusion. They turn to me and she rubs her face starting to sit up.
"Sky…crap what time is it?"
"I'm not sure, but it looks like you got side tracked." I force a chuckle.
She looks around the room, her gaze tired and worn." I must have dozed off again..."
"Bloom, I want you to be honest with me." I state and my serious tone must have captured her attention." Have you been this tired before, because this isn't normal for-"
"Sky, I'm fine." She grits out." We aren't having this discussion again; I'm allowed to be tired. I don't want to lie in bed all day!"
"I don't want that for you either, but you must admit something isn't right… Miriam is afraid your actions have caused something to happen… We've called Dr. Michaels-"
"So you're making decisions behind my back again." Bloom becomes angry." So what, at dinner were you all just talking about me like a child that needs help! How dare you-"
My temper snaps." God Damn it Bloom! For once in you life will you just listen and accept help!"
I hadn't realized how loud I yelled until Bloom recoils back, her eyes wide and alert. I hadn't meant to explode but after everything I felt like a balloon about to burst any minute.
She looks away from me, her eyes trailing to the floor I sigh wanting to apologize but I don't. Afraid Bloom might over throw me if I say sorry so she can guilt trip me in convincing me she is fine.
"Dr. Michaels will be here soon." I get up from the bed, and walk out the door.
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I stand in the corner of the room as Dr. Michaels looks Bloom over. As the check up goes on my gut twists painfully from the concern etching into the doctor's face.
"- At any point of the fight, did you call on Nimwah, did you detach your self you're the dragon fire." Dr. Michaels asks gently, siting beside Bloom who is lying on the bed with her back propped up on pillows. We had not said another word to each other after my out burst.
"Yes, but I don't see what difference that makes. I have done it many times before-" Bloom protests back, but is cut off by her.
"But never while your pregnant?"
Bloom looks down at her lap, her fingers fiddling as a distraction. It was clear the answer was no.
Dr. Michaels sigh is deep and heavy as she looks to me. Regret in her eyes and I hold my breathe as she gives the prognoses.
"Bloom I'm afraid you suffering from a power-detachment pregnancy."
Bloom and I seem confused and it must show on our faces as Dr. Michaels elaborates.
" Your baby since conception as also been connected to your power, the dragon fire. But when you separated Nimwah from your self in the battle for Eraklyon it also meant the separation from the child. Luckily it wasn't for so long, because in rare cases woman can lose the child when separating there power from them selves... However in your case when Nimwah returned, as you are in the early stages, the connection was not made again with your baby."
Bloom started to look afraid, a hand becoming flat on her abdomen." What does that mean?"
"It means that Nimwah-unintentionally of course-feels the baby as a unwanted presence of power in your body. From the little power the baby posses from the short months of connection with the great dragon, means in Nimwahs eyes posses a threat. So your body is fighting an internal war with each other on balance of power… which means you're over exhausted state."
"This doesn't cause harm to the baby, does it?" Blooms blue eyes are wide with concern, and I cross my arms so they stop shaking by my sides.
"No, the baby will be fine, in rare cases like this the baby always remains healthy... however it is not the baby that I am concerned about."
Bloom pinches her eyebrows." So is exhaustion a side effect-"
"Bloom… going through pregnancy takes a toll on you, but add this and it's a new level of pressure on your body. Your exhaustion is only going to grow. Granted there will be good days and bad days but… in all cases woman with this disorder don't survive after the birth."
Ice water steered its way through my veins. I felt as white as bleached as I let the words sink in further and further. I focus on Blooms shocked face, turning as white as mine.
"You possess such strength Bloom, as does your power but I fear that your have a slim survival rate after the baby is born… I want you to think about it, but an option is to terminate the pregna-"
"No." It was sharp and precise as it left Blooms mouth.
I on the other hand become mad because she would not think this through, I had no time either but from my shock and desperate fear I felt helpless.
"Bloom." I bite back but she whips her head to me, he face looks pained as she takes me in.
"No!" She says again, her eyes piercing violently at me.
"I completely understand." Dr. Michaels says gently. "In the morning I will return to answer any other questions you have. Well find ways to make sure your as comfortable as possible through the pregnancy."
With that said she stands up, packing up her things, giving me a sad smile before she leaves.
I feel void of thought as the door closes, leaving me alone with my wife once again .For once I don't feel the need to do anything, my strong will has dissolved into nothing but an empty shell. I had felt like I had lost my whole world in the matter of days and this felt like the last straw.
"Sky?" it sounded like a plea, that call of help would normally have me racing to her but I feel nothing but pain. I close my eyes and look away from her. Every paced step I take to the door my old self is screaming at me in agony but I pushed forward, the walls seeming to close in on me.
That night I walked straight past Orietal with a crying Miriam in his arms, and Brandon and Stella looking grieved. I made sure I was back in Eraklyon before I was punching the already ruined walls with sobs racking my body in roars as I collapsed that night in exhaustion.
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Another chapter! I'm proud of myself if I do say so, but anyways…Blooms not doing so well… but at request I hope you liked Sky's POV for a change.
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