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dark
forest.
    “Wait, Princess!” Patryck chased behind
her.
    She glanced to her side and already
Aristo briskly walked to her right. He seemed to glide while he
smiled, “And where do you think you’re off to?”
    “I need to eat.”
    “We know that, Princess,” Patryck said
exasperatedly.
    Tania ignored him and continued
trudging through the forest, knocking limbs out of her way and
nearly giggling when they would return to smack Patryck on the
rear. The limbs never managed to graze Aristo, however, he was too
quick. Her focus remained on finding food. She had never foraged
before so she was unsure of what to do or where to look but she
knew she would eventually stumble upon something like berries or
bread. Bread grew in the forest, didn’t it? Her heart sank. If only
she had the castle chef cooking up her favorite foods…the dragon
baby would be happy then. So would she.
    For several moments, while she ignored
the yammering dragons whom only had her welfare in mind, all she
could think of was being back at the castle. She missed the cold,
windy drafts that slunk through the arid halls, she missed the
numerous paintings and tapestries that sometimes would conceal
missing parts of the walls, and she even missed the marching
guards. She hoped the guards and the many servants were safe after
she and Thomas had burned the prison down. Where was Thomas? Was he
safe?
    Her mind continued to puzzle the recent
events and her stomach wretched. She bent over and heaved foul
bile. She moaned and nearly fainted dead on the ground.
    “Be still, lover,” Aristo cradled her
in his arms and wiped some of the vomit from her chin, “You are
entering the stages of dragon pregnancy and it will not be
pleasant. It will take every bit of strength you have to endure
this,” he paused and spoke slowly, “You are lucky that you have two
dragons more than willing to be at your beck and call.”
    Tania knew it was difficult for Aristo
to admit Tania was carrying Patryck’s child and the words he spoke
meant more than he would ever know. She stroked his forearm and
would have cried but she was dehydrated and no tears would
come.
    “What are the stages?” she asked
curiously.
    Aristo shrugged, “Stephan knows more
than I. I only know that it feels like the end of the world and
even then that was told to me by a dragon long ago. I have never
been pregnant so I will not ever fully understand the misery or
happiness you will feel. But I want you to know, I will not leave
your side. I am here for you, whatever you need.”
    Patryck kneeled in front of her, “As am
I. You have my legacy, Princess, and I will not abandon you. Let us
take care of you. You will not regret having my child. I can search
for food. In a few days, I’ll feel well enough to take us all back
to the Den. There will be a party, of that I’m certain. Everyone
will want to celebrate the new arrival. It will be a happy occasion
and no one will mind that you will be…ahem…loosing your
bowels…”
    Tania jerked her blushing cheeks toward
him, “Excuse me?”
    “Don’t tell her that!” Aristo
snapped.
    Patryck grinned, “Oh Princess, your
flatulence will be a thing of legend.” He laughed loudly at her
expense while Tania tried her hardest to growl like a dragon. She
managed quite a throaty snarl when a few snapped twigs interrupted
her concentration.
    Aristo and Patryck were instantly
alert. Tania had been shuffled behind them. They faced the wood
with bated breath. Rustling leaves screamed that something indeed
was approaching. A few birds cawed loudly and escaped into the open
arms of the heavens.
    The sickness Tania felt was not from
the pregnancy. The thought of her mental sickness, of lusting for
several dragons, took hold. She had previously thought that from
her sickness, bad things would soon follow. She was not
wrong.
    Tania nearly screamed as three men
entered the clearing. She had seen them before. They were the
Dragon Slayers. Crimson blades gleamed