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TW: mentions of rape, attempted assassination, death and childbirth. please read with extreme caution thank you.
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- So many months had passed, and despite being an arduous yet somewhat peaceful pregnancy - beautified in the glow of motherhood, adding somewhat an ethereal glow to her renowned glamour; Hera was the object of suitors around the entire continent asking for her hand in marriage - yet she refused to give them her answer; for no other man would suffice except for the man who had wholeheartedly captured her heart - the father of her child and the man of her dreams.
In the grand halls of her chambers - overlooking the abode of the patio, the silhouette of the bluish skies gleaming with resplendence, birds sat on the pedestal - chirping delightfully; full of euphoric spirit.
Hera gaped at the stunning, striking, unique scene in front of her - and here she was draped over the lavish silks on her Divan.
Her gaze is full of dullness - yet happiness can be seen in her eyes of amber; fondling her womb protectively - while her handmaidens were at her beck and call - taking care of their mistress's needs.
Hera hummed a tired sigh - while listening to one of her ladies-in-waiting gossiping about the latest gossip; as they were doing their duty.
Hera was drained of all her strength due to how much the baby was growing inside of her every waking day as months passed, and here she was - heavily pregnant at nine months and now ready to pop at any time soon.
She smiled as she felt her baby kick inside her belly, giving a sign to her as if they were excited to see their mother and the world around her eager to see her.
'Hello, my darling girl, Mommy can't wait to see you,' Hera told herself mentally - as she let out an enlightened giggle.
The baby kicked once again; as if they wanted to know that they felt the same about seeing Mommy somewhere soon as possible - while Hera grinned ear to ear as she kept on caressing her abdomen.
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Somewhere along the fiery volcanoes of heat surrounding the habitat of the Kingdom of Hathoria - amidst the balcony on a pedestal was a brown-skinned, black-haired man of broad stature; madness and lust for power can be glimpsed in his eyes of amber - his composure was rather odd for a mad king? - so forlorn and yet so strategically planning something so diabolical as his unholy soul has been iniquitous for a long time.
