ZINA
Morning sickness started on a bad day. The food on the table all smelt like vomit and spit despite how fine and eye appealing it all looked.
But rather than bolt out of the room to succumb to the vices of her pregnancy while retching out her organs, because there was truly nothing in her stomach. She swallowed back her vomit and began to shove the food in her stomach.
Tears threatened to pinch her eyes, but she beat them down. No, this was not the time. This was not the time to show any weakness.
She must be strong for Daemon and her mother for as long as she could afford it. And when it came to the point where she must take her life, then she must be strong enough to do the same.
So while she wolfed down the food that tasted like something spoilt and decaying, the Red Wolf also known as Rowan ate his very elegantly like he wasn't some cold blooded devil and ritualist who was upending her life.
When Zina had cleared her plate, the man was only halfway done with his.
