Aurora
March 1500 PD
Irony can be a funny thing. In this case, it was a positive thing.
My little sister (though she's not all that little at this point, being in her thirties) is pregnant, with Luca's child. She found out, and father found out, and then she was hidden away from society. She wouldn't tell him who the father was, which made it worse. Wil, from what Conrad has told her (he accompanied her into her hiding), is under the impression she's vanished, which infuriates me. He's already lost me, but to lose Lia, too? A mere fifteen years after I left, too. But Wil is to be crowned in about a year, so there's hope yet.
The ironic thing about this, yes, there's that.
I'm pregnant. I found out mere days after I received the letter from Lia. When we were young, we would dream of having children around the same time, so that they might grow up together like she and I, the best of friends. We won't be able to do that, but we at least somehow managed to get pregnant around the same time. Mine is to be, surprisingly, a girl, my only girl. Lia doesn't know the gender of hers—Myula lacks the technology (and magic isn't supposed to mix well with pregnancies) to tell, so until it is born, we won't know.
I'm hopeful that the two of us might be able to meet in a little over a year, when Wil gets crowned. But I'm at a dilemma. If I reveal myself, my sons are likely to end up being raised in court, like I was (for Wil will likely insist on me moving back to the palace). And I don't want them to live with that. It's hard enough with full-nobel blood, but my sons are only half. And my daughter will not only be half-royal, she will be considered a bastard child, as I was never married to her father. I can't put my family through that. But I also long for my siblings. I want to meet Wil's wife and children. I want to meet Lia's Luca, and her child, when they come.
But I don't think I could be so selfish as to put my sons in such a position. My children come first. They will always come first.