“That is a dead troll,” Donovan said, trying to sound stately but it didn’t carry. “It takes a lot to kill a troll, so scouts thought we would want to look at it,” Harkin reported. He toed the 8 foot being the lay prone on the practice greens on the east side of the castle. “They thought I would want to mount the head,” Donovan corrected. Dominique turned up her nose at the lumpy brow. Donovan took her hand. “Could it be a victim of the Sofria war?” Harkin asked. “I don’t see any weapon marks, and it isn’t deformed like the bodies at Osman’s village.” “How could you tell if a troll if a troll is deformed?” Donovan laughed. Dominique swallowed the anger, because the troll wasn’t deformed. He just wasn’t human. She had too …show more content…
Yes, elves were dying in increasing numbers. Yes, they found a dead village Pech. Still, the stories of death and destruction outside Lord Donovan’s castle began to fade for Dominique as she focused on the life within her. Yes it was all very sad, but it was far away now. All would be well, Dominique told herself. One morning the week after Dominique announced she was pregnant, she paced the balcony with a teething Gabby, whose father had succumbed to her bright smile and chirping laugh. “You will be so good with a child,” Ann said. “How do you do it?” “I think about what my own mother would do…then do the opposite.” “I hope yours is a boy. To have an heir as steady as you would be a good thing.” “I’m hoping for healthy this go around. Donovan will have a lifetime to create an heir.” “An heir and spare: that is what you need.” Gabby sniffed, and Dominique rubbed her gums with her free hand. Dominique’s eyes were looking over towards the mountain, but she saw Donovan playing with their boys. Teaching them to ride horses. She could picture Donovan taking their boys into the Great Hall to hear court cases. Her daydreams were interrupted as she noticed a large pink dome rising above the tree line. At first, Dominique thought her eyes were playing tricks because the dome just discolored the sky faintly. “Ann, come look at this.” Scanning, the horizon, it took Ann a moment to see it. “It is still
“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”
"She's very good for him and that wedding couldn't come sooner as far as the Pattinson clan are concerned,"
Guinevere dropped down onto the grass beside her friends. “Very well. He misses home and insists he’s doing his best to make sure this is the last extended campaign away from home for a very long time.”
Rubbing the droopy eyes of hers, Ariana's vision was extremely unclear and blurry. She noticed a faint view of this boy who was peacefully resting on her shoulder. Blinking several times, Ariana grabbed the boy's head and she closely examined his hair and his facial features. She was quite impressed by his quiffed light brown hair, and his perfectly sculpted
“Henry, I've been thinking, we're always so busy and we could really use some help with the kids. If my mother were willing to join us and become a full time grandmother, would you have any objection? She's only see little Lance twice and you know how much she likes you. We could really use someone we can count one to be there, no matter what.”
“Hello?” called a voice. Adam, Aurelia thought, her mind jumping to the boy she had met the day before. She opened the door, and there he was. He looked upset.
“Am I hearing you properly?” Antoneso laughed mirthlessly. “Since when did you think that she belonged to you?”
She paused and turned to look at him in confusion. "No. I think it would be fine. Why?"
“My situation is very different. It would make no difference if Joan and I adopted.”
“Look at me.” With a gentle nudge, he tilted her face back toward him. “You and Wallace are all I need. If we have more children, wonderful. If not, I am perfectly satisfied with the two of you.”
“Right, then. I’d be happy to call you a son. But remember, you are lucky to have my daughter.”
“Yeah,” Loren pushed his hair back from his face. “It could be an imperfection. I was rushing-”
"Well, it is in disdain that I inform you that I am pregnant with a child," I paused for effect, "Your child."
"I am your daughter, it's my birthright!" I demanded. " Exactly, you are our daughter." He emphaised.
"Potter, Potter, you two are very similar to your parents, plenty of courage, very talented and integrity."