Author's note: Alaisigae is one of the Celtic gods of war. Fianally, it is updated! Please review!
Jane woke to the sound of a footstep on a creaky floorboard followed by a soft curse. Her eyes sprung open, and she immediately reached for her sword at her side and jumped up, ready to skewer the man in front of her. He stopped moving, and through the faint glow of the window she saw him raise his arms above his head. She stepped back and softly glowing lantern from her bedside table, increased the light output, and put it next to the man's face. Much to her surprise, this revealed…
"Gunther? What in the name of Alaisiagae are you doing in here?"
"Well.. I thought...maybe... company?"
"Gunther, I thought that perhaps you had been willing to move on. You have a wife and a child on the way. Even if I felt that way for you, I would refuse. But I love Jester. If you don't mind, please leave my room." A pitiful expression crossed Gunther's face, and for those of you who have not seen a full grown knight trying to look pitiful, well, let's just say that I dearly wish that I could say as much. But Gunther did not move a muscle, he just stood there with his somewhat frightening pitiful face. Jane was frustrated by his unwillingnes to go. "Now." He slowly backed out of the room like a beaten hound.
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Elicia was right, even though Fiona refused to admit it. The whole town was on the side of that dragon riding woman. Fiona wouldn't be surprised if some people were actually hoping that Jane would succeed. Fiona would just have to-
That was when the contractions came. She hadn't yet made it back to her home, so several passers-by asked if anything was wrong. She explained through short breaths. Some men lifted her into a wagon nearby and took her to her home, while others flew to the midwife.
Soon, Fiona was in her bed, with the same woman who had delivered every child in the town for almost a century. She was old, bent over double from time, with skin more wrinkly than old leather. Fiona would not be surprised if she was somehow related to the wizard, for they say that those with magic in their blood live longer, but that was nonsense since magic doesn't exist.
Fiona kept screaming "He's not her! He's not here!" over and over. the midwife could guess as to why, seeing as her husband was absent, but she tried her best to get Fiona calm. It didn't seem to work. Finally, she had to yell to get the silly girl to focus on the birth of her child.
"IF YOU WANT THERE TO BE A BABY, MUCH LESS A FIONA, I ADVISE YOU BE SILENT!" Fiona was quite impressed by the volume of the ancient woman, and closed her mouth. She tried her best to follow the midwife's instructions, and one day later, she sat in her bed, cradling her newborn son in her lap.