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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:29 pm
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"There, that should be everything," Anya smiled as she handed the papers to her ladies, "Make sure the courtiers get at least. Announce my pregnancy as well."
"Yes, my lady," the ladies smiled before leaving the room.
Only Troy, Oscar, and Anya remained as Troy poked at the fire. Anya stood not too far from the flames as she held her hands in front of her. She knew Conrad was upset with her for not being so happy with him. Forgiveness was already given, letting his mistake heal would take some time. Having a child was one of her greatest wishes, but having it shoved in her without her own permission was a whole different story.
"You know once you're Queen there's no going back," Troy looked to Anya, "You'll be the perfect royal family."
"Perfect, yes," Anya spoke, "It's just like my village life. The husband rules his wife's mind, body, and future. He has given me a good future, kept me within his home and rules, and has chosen when it's time for children. Times have changed, but rules have not. I cannot say i'm unhappy."
"You have the option to leave," Oscar lit up a cigarette.
"If I were a coward I would," Anya turned to look at Oscar, "But I am not a coward. Troy, send for my husband. Let him know that the ceremony is ready for tomorrow night. Also, I will be in my room with my ladies if he wishes to send for me."
Oscar watched as Troy left the room. He turned his attention back to Anya, "Living the old life, eh?"
"If that's what I must do to keep peace in my marriage, then acting like olden times we shall," Anya sighed as she left the room to go to her own room.
Troy followed Conrad's scent before bowing, "My king, your wife has scheduled and finished planning tomorrow's ceremony. She has joined her ladies in her room and says if you wish to send for her, she shall be there."
Liam was touched by Emma's act of kindness. He had been so used to her tough exterior that it was hard to remember an actually nice Emma. The lycan followed the notes before noticing the dinner on a platter waiting for him. He didn't need a fork before digging into the roast. Once he finished, he sought out Emma to see that she had actually planned a dinner for the two of them as well. No problem, he was always hungry.
He walked over to Emma, giving her a bear hug before whispering in her ear, "You don't need to cook or try to be different because of me. I just want you to make a sound choice without acting rash. Besides that, you're perfect the way you are."
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 10:57 pm
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Troy obeyed, finding Anya knitting in her room with the other ladies. He didn't have to open his mouth as Anya stood, fixed her dress and hair, then left the room. Anya knew Conrad had sent Troy for her. He and Emma were so alike with their mannerisms that it was uncanny. She found Conrad in his room to see him writing something, but her focus was on her husband. He was deliberately distancing himself from her for whatever reason. Anya gave a small curtsy before asking, "You called for me?"
"Lets just take our time with this. We're going to be a family soon so we shouldn't rush any changes," Liam kissed the top of her head, "I know things are getting different, the packs merging and everything going as it is. We'll make it better if we just stay together and work on things together. And the roast smells great."
As he held her, he reached over and took the roast in his hands. He bit into it, careful not to get any of the food on her. After swallowing, he released her and cut off an non-bitten piece before taking a larger chunk for himself, "So, what do you want to name the kid?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 11:15 pm
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Conrad looked up and smiled like he could see the sun again without burning. "Yes my love." He said taking a deep breath. "Please sit." He gestured to the very comfy chair near her. He waited until she did. "I want to just say, that for everything that's happened I am very sorry, and I know Oscar is pressuring you to leave me." He took a deep breath closing his eyes then opened them. "I want you happy. If being with me makes you happy then I will forever thank whatever deity is up there that I have made you happy, but, I feel that I'm not. I fear that I've made you bite off more than you wanted to chew. I understand totally if you have thoughts of running into the sunset with Oscar." He seemed to be forcing this out as if he didn't want to let her go with his words. "If you being happy means that you want to be with Oscar, Then, I will be willing to let you go. I don't want to but, I don't want you feeling obligated to stay with me for the baby. All I wanted was to give you your dream. I didn't want to go behind your back. The last thing I wanted was to make you angry and hurt and cold and distant." He looked up at her. "I wish I could take it back. Do things over. But I can't. And I realize I have hurt you beyond tolerable levels. And, if you want to be with Oscar, happy and free. Then, you have my blessing."
Emma smiled and hugged him more then went over and downed the jacket potato no problem. "I agree, one step at a time." She paced a little. "Talking about names kinda is a big step. I mean I can't even scent a gender so there's no point right now. On a side note, how's the roast? I caught some of the females putting in different spices so for the most part I cooked it but they spiced it. Did we do a good job?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 11:31 pm
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Anya did her best not to strike her husband. How dare he insinuate a divorce just when she got knocked up!? She sat completely still and remained silent. Had he no idea what a divorce meant for her? She would end up with a child by herself, because of her divorce she would be seen as some type of harlot for having a child without a husband. And running off with Oscar? Yes, she cared for him, but any romantic feelings for him had faded. Anya remained perfectly silent as she seethed with anger towards Conrad.
"I am your wife," Anya spoke as calmly as she could, "It's not proper for a woman to have a divorce. I will not be one of those women. But if you find yourself happier without me, I will leave. Not with Oscar, I will go back to my roots and never show my shame around you again."
Liam nodded, he took a large bite out of his portion before sitting back in his seat. The full stomach was nice. He could see that Emma was really trying to make things good between them. Liam reached over and took her hand, giving her hand a small squeeze, "I love you, Emma."
He could see the warmth in her eyes. Liam felt something warm in his chest as he thought of her large with her baby. His golden eyes seemed to twinkle before he simply stated, "I have a mistress."
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 11:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 12:02 am
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Anya remained silent. She moved her head away from Conrad so he would not touch her. In all her anger towards Conrad, she looked up at him and replied to him, "I am your wife, you tell me what you want and I oblige. There is nothing I want. We are married, you have given me many things, and now I will be giving you something you want."
She placed her hand on her stomach, "You will have our child, and I will help raise them to be a respectable prince or princess in your court."
"Emma," Liam called out, but Emma wasn't have it.
He followed her to the pool where he saw his pack leave. They were giving him worried glances as he went in. She was obviously upset with him, but her keeping control for the first time was a better sight to see than anything else. Liam walked over to Emma before she had the chance to leave, "You know I don't have a mistress. I don't have time for one. But i'm glad you've managed to keep your control."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 12:16 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 9:54 pm
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"Oh please, if I were turning into Emma I would've stormed out, got a divorce, raised the child on my own all the while griping about it, lock up anyone that doesn't do things my way, and then act like everything was everyone else's fault," Anya stood up, having enough of Conrad's statements, "Well now here's what I want, my dear, loving, thoughtless husband, I want you to never go behind my back for anything you ever want from me. Ever. I want you to not just think of yourself and your own family, but think of mine as well before you shun anyone else out again. And if i'm so damned terrible then why did you bother with me? Why put any effort into courting me, marrying me, and getting me pregnant when all you want to do is make a simple fool out of me? Where is the humor in that because i'm failing to see it!"
"The smell of wet dog isn't soothing," Liam joked as he watched Emma get out of the pool, "Your three creatures in one yet you have no balance. That doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense."
He helped her out of the pool and handed her a nearby towel, "Don't you have any duties or jobs to do as a Princess? I'm not one to keep up with a royal family or business, but don't you play some type of role or something like the kid of an Alpha?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 1:34 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:26 pm
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"How repulsing, get this away from me," Anya had loosely crossed her arms as her ladies eagerly took the head away, "And give Conrad's mother a proper burial. Burn her ashes and wait until my husband decides to place them somewhere."
Anya wiped the spot where Adele had touched her. She was finding herself getting more and more agitated by those who were close to Emma. Something wasn't right, her senses were on edge as if she felt someone was ready to attack.
'It must be this child,' Anya placed a hand on her stomach, 'As much as I hate Conrad's actions, I cannot force myself to hate this child. One day i'll forgive him, but it won't be anytime soon.'
"Oscar," Anya called out.
Oscar stepped out of the shadows with a cigarette in his hand, "What is it?"
"Something isn't right," Anya turned to him.
"You're pregnant with a mad man's child," Oscar shrugged, "It wouldn't surprise me if you gave birth to a psychopath."
"Enough of that, i'm talking about the air around us," Anya rubbed her upper arms, "It's like something's changed. I can't help but feel like something isn't..right, like something's off."
"I was starting to feel as if I was the only one," Oscar took a long drag of the cigarette, "The court has changed. Your husband is messing up at every turn, his daughter is more erratic than the norm, and her husband is still a mutt. Then again, she's with child as well."
"My lady, should you drink something?" one of the ladies approached with a bottle of crimson blood.
Anya shook her head as Oscar glared at the girl, "Get that s**t away from her. For all we know that's poison. Come, Anya, we'll hunt for your meal."
Oscar began to escort Anya to the main hall where he opened the front doors. The fresh night air greeted Anya with a wave of nausea. She felt somewhat better, and bitter, before she forced herself to refrain from getting sick.
"Alright, lets go," Anya nodded as she walked along with Oscar.
Liam was worried about Emma's reaction to watching one of her grandmother's be beheaded in front of her. Then again, it was Contessa who was dead. Either way, Liam held Emma's wrist firmly before he looked down at her, "Are you ok, Emma? Lets get you inside.."
He and his pack led her inside where he had her sit down in front of him, "Are you going to get sick again?"
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