why


    why


    not. It didn’t matter, Medya was inside and he needed to get to her. Beyond that he didn’t care what would happen to the rest of his men, to the rest of this army of various houses. Meyda needed him, and he was going to make sure that he was there to protect her. Shir and the rest of the pack slammed into the first line, with their horses. The sound of clashing metal, and the screams of those who are dying filled the air. The war between the houses, has begun and nobody not even a seer like Harel can predict the out come. Quickly the scenery changed in a mess of colored cloaks soaked in blood, the smell of the midsummer breeze tainted with copper, pis and shit. Ginat was not sure how many died by his hand, but he was making his way through the crowed.


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    PURGED.” she replied, again she saw no reason for playing dumb. That would make him more angry and with that even more dangerous. He chuckled, and sighed.


    She didn’t know how she was able to run this long, with a large pregnant belly. But she somehow did it, only for a contraction to stop her. This one seemed worse then those who came before, and it also lasted longer. She looked around, hoping to find a place she could hide in. Until her gaze fell upon a familiar door. Wasn’t that the door that lead to Nava’s chambers? It was worth the shot, she gathered herself and pushed through the pain. She closed the door softly behind her, making sure that Chezi wouldn''t have heard her. It was indeed Nava’s room, the curtains however were closed and the candles were not light. Still Meyda slowly stepped further into the room, where was Nava? Her eyes started to adjust to the lack of light, and that is when she saw Nava. She was lying on the ground in a beautiful sheer white dress, her golden hair laying around her like a halo. Her once sparkling eyes were dull, and stared into oblivion. She was dead, her lower abdomen was slightly rounded. They, the second princess of Sodora and her unborn child, were both dead The large gap in her forehead was still bleeding, tainting the golden halo. Meyda felt a pit in her stomach, this shouldn’t have ended like this. Nava should have survived all, Harel has told her as much.


    The Princess of the land filled with silk and spice, has lived a happy life. Until she fall prey to the griffon’s whims. She will be fine once the dust of the war settles.”


    But then again, most of his visions of the future were not set in stone, Brandon has said as much. Even her own future wasn’t set and her unborn child… She now wished that Ginat was here, but he was somewhere inside or outside the palace, fighting off Chezi’s men. Chezi the one who killed his future wife and their unborn child. Sayar had once compared him to the Old Crow, her own father, but although the man had many flaws hurting a pregnant women was outside his comfort zone. She sank down towards her knees, while pushing away a new contraction. Tears from pain were rolling down her cheeks, she didn’t hate Chezi. He was just a man who led himself be overpowered by fear. She didn’t want to hate him, only now that she saw Nava’s lifeless body, this mindset was changing. The door behind her opened.


    “Come out, come out where ever you are.” Chezi’s voice echoed through the room, of course he already had seen her. “Ahh, yes what a pity. She was beautiful and smart too, but she betrayed me.” His footsteps came closer and a hand wrapped around her neck. “She betrayed me and supported you, you are the one who got her killed.” No, he was the one who killed her. She had nothing to do with this, nothing. His hand started to squeeze her throat, making it almost impossible to breath. And of course, a contraction cut through her body like a knife. Her water hasn’t broken yet, but that was only a matter of time. “Ah, I know see why my cousin didn’t want to leave you alone with me. You are about to give birth.” She could hear the smirk inside his voice. “A new edition to the Imperial bloodline, and another treat to my crown.” He was going to harm her baby, he was going to harm her unborn child. Just like he has harmed Nava and hers. No, no this was not going to happen. She didn’t know how she did it, but she pulled out the dagger, turned around and stabbed him inside the throat. Blood spat out of the wound as soon as she pulled out the knife. Chezi fall towards the ground, choking in his own blood. She killed him, she has killed the Emperor. And her water broke.


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    Ginat rushed through the hallways of the palace, covered in blood.


    “Meyda!” he screamed. “Meyda!” His brother and Aleen had joined him, after he found them trying to break into Chezi’s office. Which was locked by magic. Not that it stopped him, but all they found was the dead commander. The door on the other side of the office was open wide, the only problem was that this cursed palace was massive. But again that was not going to stop him. “Meyda!” A scream replied, was that her? What was Chezi doing to her? He didn’t think twice, and rushed towards the screaming. An open door, and another scream. “Meyda!”


    “Ginat!” Thank the Gods it was her. “Ginat, the baby!” Fuck, he entered the room. Willingly ignoring the two lifeless bodies that were laying on the ground. “The baby is coming!” She screamed once again. Aleen shot passed him, grabbing Meyda’s hand.


    “Her water has broken, she is not lying the baby is coming. Brandon get some water and clean towels. My Lord carry her towards the bed, there is no time to waste.” Aleen said, Ginat picked up Meyda and lay her carefully on the bed. Her hand was soaked in blood, but he didn’t care, she was alive and she was about to give birth. And all what he could do right now was to hold that hand. If Aleen didn’t kick him out of the room that is, like custom dictated. Custom be damned, he was not going to leave her side, not again. Not even when her ladies maid insisted. Brandon entered the room with a large bowl water, followed by their aunt Lady Moriel who was holding a large pile of towels. “Thank you, My Lord.”


    “No, I am staying.” he said. Aleen only nodded, and went to work. Brandon was send away by their aunt, before she took Meyda’s other hand.


    “It is alright Meyda, you both are in safe hands now. All you have to do right now is to focus on your breathing.” His aunt said, and she was breathing with Meyda. Ginat found himself doing the same thing. Meyda clutched his hand so tight that it almost broke under the pressure, which was in his mind only a small price to pay.


    “Push, My Lady, push,” Aleen said from her position. “I see the head, push.” Seconds later Aleen was holding a small baby. His aunt stood up and wrapped the child in a clean piece of cloth.


    “Congratulations, to the both of you. It is a baby girl.” She said, Meyda looked at Ginat. She was covered in pearls of sweat. A picture of exhaustion and happiness. She have given birth to a daughter, but soon after that her facial expression changed.


    “By the Gods, there is another!” Aleen screamed. His aunt looked shock. “Push, My Lady, push,” The sound of their daughter crying filled the room, and only moments later another small body lay in Aleen’s hands. “It is a boy!” His aunt rushed towards the door, opened it.


    “Brandon, be a dear and hold your niece for me.” She said, and rushed back. Taking the baby boy out of Aleen’s hands wrapping it in another piece of cloth. “Twins, she has given birth to twins.” Aleen pushed some towels under Meyda’s dress. Meyda herself stretched out her arms towards their baby boy.


    “A son, and a daughter.” she whispered, her voice was so faint. “Artal and Nilith.” Those were the names they had picked out. His aunt gave Artal to Meyda and directly let him drink from her breast. Normally the children would be fed by a wet nurse.


    “The first feeding is the most important feeding of all, this way the mother’s body heals a bit faster.” His aunt explained. “Artal and Nilith, beautiful names.” She said. A knock landed on the door and his father entered.


    “Thank the Gods, they are safe.” he said, and he looked surprised by the baby in Meyda’s arms. “Two?” Artal was done with his feeding, and Meyda gave him to Ginat. How looked proudly at her.


    “Aleen, Auntie make sure that she gets some rest. She has earned it.” He said, and they nodded. He took Artal out of the room. His men were standing outside the door. “Princess Nava, is dead. Chezi probably killed her, and he himself has paid the price for it. Take those bodies out of the room and inform the king of Sodora.” His men nodded and went to work.


    “Do you mean that Chezi is dead?” his father asked. Ginat nodded, before he looked at the sleeping Artal inside his arms.


    “I am a father,” he whispered. “I have a son and daughter.” Brandon closed in, with Nilith in his arms. “I have a son and daughter.” he repeated over and over.