Antigone: A Fictional Narrative

"They're a married couple! This is Lucien," she holds up the green and gold dragon. "And this is Rosalind! She likes being called Rosey." She holds up the purple and pink dragon. She stares at the two for a

“You did the right thing.” Leaning back in her chair and adjusting the folds of her skirt, she glanced over at him. “She hasn’t spoken

“Do you want me to go, sire? Leave the kingdom? Would that be easier for you?”

Deena and Ida must have finished nursing, because Fleur lay back with her eyes closed. The babies were swaddled in their cradle, quiet for the moment. However, Percival realized while one cradle was fine for the girls while they were so tiny, he would need a second one soon.

“ They are perfect and fine, and I can't wait until all 3 can come home” said Mary.

During the last few days, Percival had fantasized about being in such a position with Fleur, but they were in his bed and comfortably settled beneath blankets, not collapsed on the ground with dozens of people looking on. Regardless, Percival, unable to control his physical reaction to being planted right on top of Fleur, grew aroused, but he prayed she did not feel his hardness against her thigh.

“True.” Emil then pauses and looks at the three siblings. “The three of you look like you're going to Antlo’s wedding. Lloyd the father, Bara the maid of honor, Antlo the bride obviously.”

“ She’s well ,the same Marian I remembered from my childhood”, I smiled. “ actually I was running errand for her. Do you have some time to spare, for my assignment requires discussing an event with you.”

She then told her that she had visitors, and her aunt and uncle came through the door. They interrupted her thoughts, because their faces were red, most likely from crying. They brought her flowers, and set them next to her bed. None of them knew what was going to happen next.

As she mused, she heard Paco cry. He was up. He was hungry. It was time to go through the torturous preparation of his formula, the tricks of changing a dirty diaper, and then placating a child who was born fretful.

Asla cradled the babies and spoke to Taran, soothing words, he supposed, but he did not listen. He focused on Veerah, her face – which had grown pale – and the tightening and relaxing of her belly, which happened every so often. He decided right then and there that if his friends did not return with help forthwith, he would carry Veerah in his arms and run to the castle. The royals must have a midwife on hand who might help. He would not stop until he made it to the stone steps, and if he died from exhaustion a moment afterward, so be it.

You went to the chair beside the crib and pulled down the collar of your night dress, readying to feed the obviously starving child. Angry cooing was replaced by loud suckling noises. You watched (baby name) for a while, but your eyes grew heavier and

When the door banged open without warning, Percival started. Gwaine and Leon were carrying in a bed and mattress, and Merlin followed them in carrying a small desk and curtains. Fleur came in last, bearing a flour sack full of… something. Just the sight of her, dressed in a simple tan dress and her hair piled into a messy blond bun, made Percival want to pull her into his arms and kiss her. She was going to say yes to the job of being Rion’s caregiver, otherwise, she would not be here.

“Oliviana.” She said. Harry had never heard a name like that before. He cocked his head.

‘Thank you,’ Jessica replied, rubbing her eyes trying to clear the dust out of them. ‘But what happened to the rest? Where are my brother and sister?’