LENG - 129 AC
A month ago
Screams pierced the air.
Tanned lithe hands clenched darker ones, begging to take the child from her womb, relieve her of this burden. The man laid his forehead on hers, murmuring prayers to deaf gods.
The woman groaned in agony, legs spread wide. When the midwife ordered to push, the woman gave a screech that rocked the halls of the palace and with all the might of the ancestors, she pushed.
"Mama." She begged, sweat dripping from her forehead. "Where is my mama?"
A cloth is pressed to her scorching skin. "Your mother makes haste, princess."
"I can't do this without mama."
"Gather your strength, my sweet ruby. Our child awaits."
Finding the courage of her father within and the spirit of her mother, Atarah gave a final push.
What felt like centuries, then the cries of a newborn babe filled the air.
A stilted gasp escaped her mouth, hearing the bawls of the newest Han brought into the world. When the midwife placed the babe in her arms, the heir gave a soft giggle, relief flooding her veins.
"Ten fingers, ten toes. A boy."
"A boy, oh, he's perfect."
A shock of pain overcame her.
"Take him. Now, take him."
Nimho swiftly took the babe, stepping away from the foot of the bed as midwives surrounded his wife.
"There is much blood." The midwife confessed. Blood pooled the sheets.
"Too much. Great ancestors! Gather the tools, hurry!"
"I want my mama." Atarah, daughter of Yhatia, pleaded with the gods, begging for her mother's embrace.
The pain was unbearable. Dragging Atarah into the great ocean and drowning her body, until her lungs filled with water and head muddled.
It hurt. Everything burned.
Distantly, the voices of her husbands, sweet, gentle Nimho and the gruff, stoic Lum rang across her ears.
The beautiful face of her daughter Mayumi flashed through her eyes.
The caresses of her papa, long gone from this earth.
Lilac eyes, a girl far too young leaving her home across the Narrow Sea.
Stones, words, scars.
"Hiro. Name him Hiro."
Atarah, Heir of Leng, welcomed the arms of the Great Other.
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DRAGONSTONE
Present
Ming stood tall against her mother, amber eyes unbending.
"You may take your men and return home, mama, but the fleet and the Sapphire Guards stay here."
Her voice is strong, reminiscent of her lady mother, who has led councils and won battles of all sorts. She takes the strength of her mother and the bravery of her father, drawing it close to heart.
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