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Thank you ILoveThee and Night Crawler for your reviews. They were very much appreciated:D ILoveThee, to answer you question, Aurora's sister was married and went to live with her husband in chapter eleven. :)
Here is chapter 15! Love it!
Chapter 15
Aurora watched them leave from her window. The moon lighting up the night, guiding them, guiding him away from her. The stars were safe angels, watching from a distance. From a world far beyond their reach. Aurora sighed. She didn't know if the moons pale appearance was a safe assurance or did the cold of the moon put a curse on the knights journey.
The wind were blowing, her hair flowing, her face stern, she showed no emotion. Not fear, not love nor happiness. She had her blue nightdress on, it was draped like roman custom. Perhaps it was to beautiful to be sleeping in, but romans like to be over dramatic even when it came to their nightgowns. She looked exquisite, her pregnancy made her glow, her sorrow made her even more beautiful.
"You can not stand her all night", she heard a soft voice from a distance. It was Vanora and she was actually in her room. Her voice bringing Aurora back to reality.
"You know, it ain't good for you" Vanora walked up to her, " Or your child, to worry and be so consumed with sorrow every time Lancelot leaves."
Aurora looked at her. "I know, but it is hard", she sighed and sat down on her bed, watching Vanora pick up clothes and clean her room. She probably did it to distract herself from her own thoughts and Aurora did not stop her. She understood.
"How can you stand it? How have you been able to live like this for so long?" Aurora asked out of the blue.
Vanora lifted her head when she heard her voice and looked at her. She held eye contact for a moment, contemplating on what to say.
Vanora shrugged her shoulders and went to sit beside Aurora.
"I don't know" she answered truthfully. "I guess, you get used to it." Vanora smiled for herself.
"What is it?" Aurora wondered.
Vanora tilted her head and looked at her. Aurora understood what Vanora had laughed about. But she hadn't laughed, not out of joy.
"You lied to yourself, didn't you?" Aurora asked and Vanora nodded her head.
"Yes I did." Vanora smiled slightly. "It never gets easier honey." Vanora took Aurora's hand in hers. "The only time you can relax is when they are home, when you can hear them laugh, her them speak."
"Is it easier now then it was in the beginning?" Aurora wondered.
"Now?" Vanora shook her head. " Now, if any, it is harder. Because now he is the father of my children."
"Yeah".
Vanora stood up.
"You should sleep, it has been a dramatic day" Vanora smiled.
"Yes, it has been an interesting day" Aurora responded.
"Interesting? I dare say." She lifted her eyebrow and put her hand on her hips in a very Vanora way. "You woke up this day a girl and goes to bed a wife."
Aurora laughed. "A girl? Why a girl?" she inquired.
"Well, I couldn't say promiscuous woman, could I ?"
"And why promiscuous?"
"I just thought, okey, I am going to try this another way."
"Yes", Aurora smiled. "Do try"
"Okey, you woke up this day a pregnant woman and goes to sleep with man on your hook" Vanora looked pleased with herself. "Happy? I was just being frank" she defended herself.
Aurora laughed and tears began to form in her eyes.
"Oh Vanora" she dried her eyes. "It is alright, I get your point"
"Good, now am I going to have to force you to sleep?" Vanora wondered smiling.
"No, no I understand."
Vanora nodded and was beginning to approach the door to leave.
"Wait Vanora" Aurora stopped her in her steps and she turned around.
"Yes?"
"Are you not sad now that Bors have left?"
Vanora raised one of her eyebrows and sniffed.
"Not a bit!, I have given that man 11 children and he can't even marry me! For heavens sake, you haven't given birth and Lancelot proposes to you."
Once again Aurora couldn't stop laughing.
"I don't care about that man and he can stay out there, with the woads! I couldn't care less!"
Vanora lifted her head and walked out the door, clearly agitated.
"Good night Vanora!" Aurora screamed and smiled to herself.
"What a day" she murmured into the dark and began to sleep.
The next day was hectic. Aurora missed Lancelot but she took comfort of Vanora's presence and the existing of her child. Her stomach had began to grow and she couldn't stop to smile when she felt the little bump. My child, she thought. Mine and Lancelot's.
She was helping Vanora at the bar and Vanora who had been furious with Bors yesterday missed him today, but not of sentimental reasons.
"Oh, it is typical he must go when Gilly is sick. No one can watch him and I can't be at two places at once!"
Aurora gave her a sympathetic gaze. "I can watch the bar if you want?"
Vanora shook her head. "No I don't want you to put yourself through that. I have had practice but I don't want you to be so exposed" Vanora said.
Aurora agreed and continued to wash the dishes. She smiled, who would had thought she would be standing in a bar in Britain, washing dishes while being pregnant with a child of a Sarmatian knight, when she lived in Rome. Life is an adventure in itself.
She looked up and notices Vanora watching her with a special glint in her eyes.
"Oh no, what is it now?" Aurora asked, letting go of the dishes in her hands.
Vanora gave her a cunning look back.
"Nothing" she said in a nonchalant tone. "I just thought that you perhaps could watch the children while I was at the bar?"
A cold feeling crept into Aurora's body, "watch you children?" She stuttered.
Vanora nodded. "Don't be afraid, I know they like you, and you like them?"
"Of course!" Aurora exclaimed. "I love them, it is just that," she gave Vanora a nervouse glance.
"It is just what?" Vanora asked in a curious voice.
"I don't have any experience with children."
"What? Of course you have, you have been with my children loads of time" Vanora answered and gestured with her hand quite dramatically.
"Yes, but not alone." Aurora added.
"You will be fine. Now go now so I know someone is watching them." Vanora pushed Aurora out of the tavern door.
" No wait! Perhaps there is someone else wh.."
"No you will be perfect" Vanora said stopping Aurora's plea and shuffled her in the direction of Vanora and Bors' home.
"Have a good day!" She screamed after Aurora and shut the door.
"This is just great!" Aurora said to herself and crossed her arms over her chest.
Yes it was true, she had spent time with Vanora's and Bors' children but not completely alone. She didn't know what she was going to do.
She began to walk to Vanora's house. Bors and Vanora didn't live in the castle like the rest of the knight and herself. Because of their growing family, their rapidly increasing family, Arthur had given them a rather large cottage in the village. It was very cozy, but Aurora had never gotten used to the wood. She preferred stone, but she could definitely she the charm in the wooden cottage.
She knocked on the door and number five opened.
Her face light up when she saw Aurora. "Aurora!" she screamed and rushed forward to hug her.
"Five!" Aurora responded. "Your mother sent me to watch you" she said after the girl had let her go.
"Good! The boys are picking on me and they won't calm down and I told them that mama had told us to be quiet because jilly is sick."
Aurora smiled at the little girl pronunciation of Gilly. "Well darling, no I am her.
The girl nodded.
As soon as Aurora walked in a vase flew past her head and hit the wall.
"See, how they are?" the girl said and looked at Aurora. She could only swallow and wonder what she had gotten herself into.
Aurora laid down on her bed. The day had been horrible! She loved Vanora's children but that was the last time she was watching all of them! She thought the had broken everything in the house and Gilly had had a fever and everyone was crying. She took a wet towel and put it on her forehead. She was never leaving her room ever again.
I don't ever want children, she said to her self, but then she remembered that she was in fact pregnant and that wish was to late. Now she felt ashamed she had even uttered those words. She was glad she was having Lancelot's child. She wanted this and while she was brushing her hair she thought to herself that she knew that her child would be different, or at least she hoped.