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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 7:34 pm
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Troy was reluctant to leave when he heard Conrad screaming for someone to get out. A part of him became sick with fear as he scattered into the shadows to find a way to Oscar's castle. Due to the sun rising, it'd have to be a late message...
Anya couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned until she felt herself wanting to be sick again. The female vampire did her best to keep down the blood vomit until she spat up once again in the face. Pulling on a nearby silk robe, Anya had to face Conrad. She had to know the truth behind all of this. As angry as she was, it was for the best that Conrad speak the truth. He was not the victim of betrayal this time and she would not give him any slack for this. Anya watched as Contessa quickly walked passed her. The two held a cold glance before parting ways.
"Conrad," Anya spoke as she entered the doorway where Conrad was seething, "Calm yourself. You will give me a chance to speak before I discuss any decisions with you."
She could see him getting angrier and angrier by the second. Though she would be a good and filial wife to his needs, she would still make sure he understands there were certain womanly aspects he could not take from her. Anya shut the door behind her, "I want to know the truth. Contessa said she gave me the formula, and you have given me reason that you have as well. If you say you did, I will not leave though it would be the first decision in my mind."
Anya neared him, "If you say you had no part of this, I cannot trust your word. As i've said, you've given me many reasons why you would trick me to have a child. Either way, I will stay though I probably should not. You are my husband, I love you and will continue to love you. Even though I don't know if I want this child or not i'll still love it, it's not the child's fault that a trick was played."
She couldn't touch him, but Anya stood a few feet from Conrad. Her anger began to die down as she took an unneeded breath. Her gaze was soft on Conrad as she stared up at him, "So tell me, husband, were you apart of this or not?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 7:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:05 pm
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Anya pulled herself away from Conrad before taking a few steps back. She kept a stone face as she looked away from Conrad, crossing her arms, "Nonetheless, you went behind my back. One drop or ten thousand, you were apart of it. I'll forgive you. I will seek you out later, husband."
Without saying another word, Anya left the room and went back to her lady's room. Troy should've left already to tell Oscar what had happened. Anya wanted time to herself. With a child in her womb taunting her that she couldn't trust anyone around her, she certainly felt like Oscar when he was almost trapped into marrying Emma. Her hands went to her stomach. She would give anything to see him once more.
She swiftly entered her lady's room and crawled back into the bed. Exhaustion filled her as she closed her eyes to sleep during the day.
Oscar balled his fist. Troy backed away as Oscar gave a grave look. The full moon was slowly rising, reminding him of the cold look Anya used to give him. Oscar stood from his throne as he walked passed Troy, "I don't care if Conrad wants to see me or not. I will not allow that type of behavior and will insist that the marriage be annulled."
"I'm not so sure Anya is willing to leave," Troy kept up with Oscar as the two left the cave.
"I don't care," Oscar turned and growled, "At least here she can eat without fear of being poisoned."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:06 pm
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Anya woke in the late daylight as she realized she was still in the damn cage. She looked over to see Conrad was sleeping close to her. The others were sleeping nearby in makeshift beds. This was getting in infuriating. Anya slipped her hand through the bars, and crushing the lock with ease. Did they think that a simple cage could keep her? She had killed countless werewolves and yet a simple cage could actually lock her down? 'I think not,' Anya thought to herself as she left the sleeping bodies.
She entered the mainhall to drink something when she came face to face with Oscar. Her eyes widened as did her smile, "You..!"
"C'mon, we don't have time," Oscar approached her, "I heard the news. If you leave with me, i'll help raise the child like my own."
"N-no," Anya stopped as she kept her hands in his, "Stay here with me. I have no one here to talk with and you're gone. Please, stay. Emma lives with Liam now and you won't have to see her when you don't want to. You still have the castle nearby if you don't want to see anyone. Just please..i'm begging you. I have to have you here with me or I might lose my mind."
"Then leave with me," Oscar got down on his knees in front of her, "Leave with me and never return. You will be Queen still, you will have everything you want, and you can trust anyone without regret."
"I'm married, Oscar," Anya got on her knees as well to be at eye level with him, "I love my husband no matter how stupid and inconsiderate he can be, it's because of who he is that makes me love him still. I am hurt because of him but I still love him. I could never leave Conrad...I'm sorry, Oscar. But it's either you stay or leave. I will remain here."
Oscar was dismayed. He sighed before looking back at Troy, "Have my people prepare the nearby castle. I don't care what Conrad says, I'm staying close by to keep my eyes on you."
Anya hugged Oscar tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks, "That makes me happier."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:36 pm
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"Tell me again why you stay here?" Oscar looked at Anya, "Did you lose your mind too?"
"I'm close," Anya gave a small smile, then gave a concerned look to Conrad after he passed, "There's not much to discuss with him. Whether or not we're ready, i'm pregnant and that's that."
"Has he even crowned you Queen yet?" Oscar asked as he had them stand.
"No," Anya shook her head as she looked to the ground, "I want my child to be a legitimate Prince or Princess if i'm Queen or not."
"I wouldn't trust a baby around Emma, I'm scared to see how she'll handle her own," Oscar commented dryly, then poked Anya's stomach, "You're pregnant around the same time as her. Maybe the babys' will share a birthday."
"My child won't act like Emma if that's what you're insinuating," Anya stated sharply as she noticed her ladies hovering around her, "Well, King Oscar, care to entertain my ladies? It seems that my husband took a beating by his current child."
Oscar followed Anya's ladies while Anya followed Conrad until she caught up with him. She called out to him before stopping a few feet from him, "You're upset with me, I know it."
She took a huff of a breath before loosely crossing her arms, "I already said I forgave you, i'm still pregnant so we have to deal with this. I really don't want to continue this argument when there's no way of stopping this. We're going to be parents to a natural made child whether we're ready or not. And even if you have to fake it, you have to be loving and happy that this child is here. I know I won't fake it. This child is apart of you, and will be my first born, so I'll love this child with all my heart no matter what."
Anya then took a step forward and touched the back of Conrad, "And i'm scared, too. I've never been a parent before and I don't know what to do. That's why i'm counting on you to be here with me all the way so we can do this together."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 4:36 pm
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"I know she knew about it," Anya spoke softly as she gave Conrad a simple hug before pulling away, "She and I discussed it in the tower. As for her reaction now, there's no reason to over-react."
She took a small breath before looking away from Conrad, "I think we should be acting more like a King and his wife rather than the couple we've been so far. Getting locked in a cage, us fighting at every turn, this is not what your people want to see. They want to see a stable family, a quiet woman married to the King and their King going about his work, only to check on his wife and daughter every so often."
Anya placed a hand on her belly, "In all honesty, the quiet time would be good for my new condition. It'd give us a chance to get a breath from each other and prepare for this new life I'm bringing into the world."
Liam woke as soon as Jess ran into the room. For one day...for one simple day he'd like it if Emma wouldn't go off the deep end on some sort. He got out of the bed, followed Jess to the scene to see Emma on the floor bleeding. Whatever was going on, he'd question this later. He held out his arm, "Alright, take what you need."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 5:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:03 pm
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"And what advice would that be?" Anya asked, she wanted time to herself more than anything, but the thought of a ceremony for her being crowned Queen was delightful.
She had waited for that moment since she and Conrad began courting. Though it was greedy for her to want it so much, she had lived for so long knowing what it means to work hard that the remaining part of her life would be lavished now that she would be Queen. Anya couldn't hide the smile on her face. She may not have that much power to her name, but at least she would bask in the title.
"Well it's obvious now that making peace with her isn't going to work," Liam commented, then turned to Marcus, "Since you broke her legs, put them in a cast or something. And next time, how about instead of breaking my mate, you actually do something useful and keep her out of trouble."
Liam was at his limit with Marcus anyway. He didn't care that he abandoned his first pack to make a new one with Emma, he didn't care that Emma seemed happier in a different pack, but he was starting to get seriously pissed that Marcus thought he had the right to lay a single hand on Emma.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:48 pm
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"That would be Oscar's job and your job," Anya fixed herself up, "I can only sit in and give advice to both of you, but I can't write it up. Instead, talk with Oscar about it, set a meeting and i'll join."
She could see Conrad wanted things to settle back down to what they were. Anya gave a small curtsy to Conrad before turning, "I'll be with my ladies this evening, my kind. There's much to do for tomorrow's ceremony."
Anya left the room to head to the room where her ladies were discussing a few things with Oscar. It was quite obvious they were throwing themselves in his way, possibly hoping for a future marriage. Oscar's eyes lit up when he saw Anya walk in the room, approaching her eagerly, "Well? What did he say?"
"He takes the blame," Anya mentioned, causing Oscar to tense, "But you should talk to him. Technically he's your brother-in-law now. You ought to at least not be mad."
"He's made you a prisoner of his house, his daughter makes a mockery of you, and plants an unwanted seed inside you? I'm sorry if I don't welcome him with open arms as willingly as you'd like me to," Oscar stated disdainfully, "Quite frankly, you should become Queen, knock Conrad out of power, and just be a lone monarch."
"Emma would take the throne. And besides, I have no desire to rule a race on my own," Anya shrugged, "In any case, help me plan my ceremony with my ladies."
"Why is it with every hardship she's the first to run off..." Liam growled before turning away, "I have work to do. Her pack can get her."
Liam rubbed the throbbing headache in his head. Yes, he loved Emma, but he hated having to treat her like a child. Maybe he rushed into this marriage too quickly before looking at all that he was getting. The lycan went to his pack, noticing their watchful gaze on him. Even he had started to notice he was less cheerful anymore.
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