Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"It was a pain that had been there FOR A LONG TIME."
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FINGERS CURLED WITHIN THE messy platinum hair, holding back the wild curls that were passed from her mother. It was one of the only qualities Heleana had of her mother. Stelsa softly hushed the currently retching girl as she leaned over a bowl, trembling as she emptied her stomach of its contents. Heleana whimpered, body giving into its exhaustion to fall against Stelsa who accepted the weight. She always would even if her legs trembled beneath the weight.
Stelsa frowned, gently wiping the sweat that had gathered on Heleana's forehead. "No more teas." Stelsa determined, looking over at the ladies who had gathered around. "It does nothing to treat the princess' sickness or dizziness." Her gaze shifted over to Dyana where she stood amongst the ladies who nodded in agreement. Stelsa held out the bowl Heleana had puked into, letting the girls take it and step away. Dyana remained, eyes downcasted to her hands that nervously fiddled together. "What else can we try?" Stelsa prodded as she looked over Heleana, the girl paler from being contained to her chamber.
"I have heard eating at a certain time helps. For some ladies, eating right as they wake helps to aid the sickness. Unfortunately..." Dyana frowns as she looks at the hunched over Heleana who leaned against Stelsa. "I have not seen anything that helps dizziness beyond bed rest."
"...I wish to see the gardens." Heleana whispered to Stelsa. Her watered eyes looked up from Stelsa's shoulder, pleading with her to steal her away from this misery. Stelsa softened her sharp gaze, helping Heleana lean back in the middle of her pillows. She placed one hand beside her friend's end, indenting the soft pillow as Stelsa looked over her sadden features.
"Then I will bring the gardens to you, dragonfly. Whatever your heart desires, I shall do my best." Stelsa promised her, watching as Heleana snuggled into her pillows. "We will find a cure for this. Even if it takes me reading." That brought a smile to Heleana's lips as she peered up at Stelsa. The dark haired girl smiled back, moving her body to lean against her elbow. "Now, what words do you wish to hear from me?"
"Any. How are our children?" Heleana breathed out the question, her soft smile remaining. "Have they caused much trouble?" Stelsa's heart swelled at the mention of the twins as her and Heleana's — a gesture far kinder than Stelsa could ever put into words.
"As much as this little one? No. They have been their sweet selves." Stelsa gestured towards the beginning swell of Heleana's stomach where the trouble child nestled. Instinctively, Heleana placed her palm against her stomach at the mention of the babe. "Our sweet and quiet girl has taken to working on her embroidery. I am little help in that skill, but I believe she will reach your level in no time. As for Jaehaerys, he seems to enjoy hearing of his ancestors." It seemed with each day, the King had become better. He sent for the twins routinely to read to them and Jaehaerys ensured to tell Stelsa of the latest tale.
