House of Caletara

Better the devil you know

The search for becoming a full god yielded no results, it wasn't as if she could head into the citadel and ask them for scripts regarding for godhood or how to become a god. How she wished there was some kind of direction she could head into. Desperately wished there was a book titled 'how to become a god 101' would be fucking swell.

Unfortunately there wasn't, her options limited, severely limited. Her trusty sentient and favorite weapon was at a loss. He shrugged or gave her the sword equivalent to a shrug— she didn't blame him, she couldn't not really.

She wanted to ask Gaia the how too, but the damn ancient being was rather vague, spoke in riddles , almost as if she was a sphinx. Leaving Alexandra with more questions than answers.

Everything passed relatively fast, soon days became months, each month passed with spectacular fashion, since her wives were showing , bloated and unbelievably stunningly pregnant. Her children growing well, her little dragons made it difficult for both her wives to go about their daily duties and the ever so happy squires were all for welcoming and assisting their future prince or princess into the fold. Thankfully she managed to get her head out of her ass long enough, even though becoming a god a full one was a immediate priority, ensuring that her wives were well cared and loved was another. A tired sigh escaped her lips.

"Is there something a matter your grace?" She glanced at her trusty hand. The man was a godsend No pun intended. He helped her and ensured everything was running as it should. Really Tyrion was amazing and she was entirely sure she'd be wreck or fuck up spectacularly without his advice and guidance.

"I'm fine, just so many things clouding my mind at the moment" she noticed his concerned gaze. How she wished she could tell anyone, anyone else aside from Lance her worries, her concerns relating to her bastard , psychotic half brother. She couldn't, her revelation that gods existed was enough, no need to overwhelm the mortals.

"I suppose both your wives are reaching the end of their pregnancy." He murmured thoughtfully "are you concerned about being a parent?"

She chuckled drily, oh yes she was fucking terrified at the prospect of being a mother , or was it father? No either way she was a mother, cock and all. "Well" she paused thoughtfully "I suppose that is one of the many things I'm concerned about. Being in my position doesn't make for much time. Having children that will be held by a certain standard is worrisome." She sighed tiredly "To be honest, I never did see this for my children or for myself" She admitted with a small smile.

"Well.. considering your background, I don't see how you would."

Alex hummed "Mm right, so everything seems to be reality. I'm sure I will love my children, hell I love them already. But just because I love them doesn't mean I'll be capable of parenting"

Tyrion snorted "Well at least you love them, my father never did quite care about me, not since I was the reason my mother died on her birthing bed." Alex opened her mouth but Tyrion shook his head "no, I know that birthing a child could bring the mother death or illness regardless but even then my father never reconciled with that fact in addition to my mothers death I was born an imp. To him it was a curse from the gods."

Alex groaned "Your father was a real piece of work Tyrion. You being being born dwarfish is simple genetics. In your case since none of your parents were born with carrying the gene it was spontaneous. Back in my original home— your condition would have been diagnosed during the pregnancy." She paused looking at him "I've told you a million times being born as you are is not your fault, it's simple gene mutations, science none of that superstitious shit people have going on. It doesn't matter, aside from your obvious drinking problem" she teased lightly "you're a really good man, your future wife and children would be lucky to have you" she smiled softly.