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I know I usually do excerpts on Fridays but I’m so excited about getting this book wrapped up I decided to post one today. So, here it is....
“My Laird, the priestesses from Hy-Brasil are here,” announced the young man, half out of breath from his jaunt across the grounds.
“Well, don’t just stand there, lad, bring them here post haste,” shouted Rowe, pacing the foot of his wife’s bed.
As soon as the boy was out of earshot his wife, Mila, chastised, “Rowe! Must you scare the poor lad? You act as though this is the first time I have given birth.” His tall, handsome figure moved back and forth in front of the hearth, casting a restless shadow across the room. His pacing and snippiness wore on her already frayed nerves. “You need to calm down.”
He turned to look at her, worry written across his brow. “I’m sorry, but this birth is unlike your others. I have every right to be worried, especially now that the priestesses are here,” he confessed, before walking to her bedside.
She winced as the muscles around her stomach contracted and let out a deep breath as it finished. “I can’t be worried about what may or may not come to pass. We will only know when this child has been birthed; until then, I refuse to think of the worst. Plus, you do enough worrying for the both of us.” She snorted, rubbing the once tense muscles on her belly.
“I wish you would have allowed me to take you to Hy-Brasil,” he said, clasping her hand. “It would have put my mind at ease, Mila.”
“You know why I refused. I would rather die than give up this child,” she professed, squeezing his hand firmly.
“Don’t say that,” he whispered, bringing her fingers to his lips. “There is still the chance the priestesses will take the baby.” He sat in the chair next to the bed and ran his fingers through his hair.
A light tap on the door redirected his attention. “Enter,” he yelled from his chair. Two figures shrouded in cloaks stood in the doorway along with the lad he startled earlier. “Leave us.” He waved off their escort.
The taller of the two pulled back her hood to reveal an unearthly beauty. Her long limbs moved with unnatural grace as she approached Rowe and Mila. “I understand your concern, but you know the deal. It would be unwise to leave a child here to be persecuted for being different,” she said bluntly.
“Salima, there is no need to keep yourself masked—you are among friends,” Rowe said to the priestess.
Salima’s skin turned the color of the sky on a clear day and her eyes change to those more reminiscent of a cat than human.
“I have no intention of going back on our agreement, and as per our contract, if the child’s appearance is normal, it will remain with us,” he cited.
Standing, he strutted to where the other woman stood. “And you are?”
The other figure stepped away from the closed door and removed her cloak, placing it on a nearby table. Unlike Salima, she was of normal stature and color. Her light blonde hair was pulled back from her young face and held in place with an ornate clasp. “I’m the priestess Var,” she stated as she bowed her head briefly in respect. “King Varen sent me to ensure a smooth transition, regardless of which way it may turn out and to help with the birth,” she added in a soft, kind voice.
“How fares King Varen?” Rowe asked, rubbing the side of his temple to relax the tension in his furrowed brow. He footed back to Mila’s side and clasped her hand.
“My king fairs well and wishes you and your lady would visit again soon. He misses your company.”
Mila’s face contorted with pain as the next contraction engulfed her. She squeezed Rowe’s hand until the pain subsided. “I don’t think it will be much longer.” She winced as she let go of his hand. “Go to the hall and make arrangements for the crowd who will come the moment it’s born.” She chuckled, recalling the masses who showed up for Halis’ birth two years ago.
“I shall take my leave then.” He kissed his wife one more time before making his way to a grand room with three large fireplaces that served as the meeting hall and kitchen for his clan. He sat on a stool next to the center hearth and watched the flames dance as his mind wandered. Had this all been a mistake? He looked back on his and Mila’s decision to have this babe. But his thoughts were interrupted as he was joined by the cook who prepared the fire to make the mornings bread.
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