* 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝐊͟𝐈͟𝐍͟𝐆 .ᐟ

i did not mean to become like this: a monster， a leviathan. a killer， a weapon of war. but i know nothing of peace， and what solace can i seek if not in blood?

“rest is uneasy, my love,” confesses his queen, a hand smoothing over her belly to quell the restless heir within. “your child is stronger than a child of my kind ever could be - almost too strong, at times.”

“better, now that you’re home.” wrathwood feels more like home than ever when mandrake is here. she shifts slightly in her chair, her smile strained - she’s sore. “it won’t be too much longer, i feel.”

/ i want to do another event kindaaa like that i think!

/ if i said i had more crazy stuff in mind what then

she is careful as she adjusts on the comfortable chair, hand on her belly - just beside his. head leans tenderly into his kiss. “i have missed you,” she breathes.

come to her, please. it is hard for her to come to him, at the moment.

beloved husband. there he is.

°🍃.ೃ࿔* 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺.

Even in the harshest season, we survive. We bloom forever where we are told we don't belong.

i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. for you alone i will be weak.

i am an unforgivable creature. but darling， i will love you. i will love you through all my disgusting performances.

i did not mean to become like this: a monster， a leviathan. a killer， a weapon of war. but i know nothing of peace， and what solace can i seek if not in blood?

“i don’t feel well, that’s all,” she speaks in a low tone, though she’s thankful for his warmth all the same and accepts it with a loving smile. “our little one is making their presence known. i’ve been feeling the effects more than i expected.”

hands gently cradle his face— there is a slight tremble to them, for she can’t help the chills that shake her. “darling,” she murmurs.