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✧TWAS A DREAM✧

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Upon the following morning, Rhea had found the bed empty—As though Alfie had not joined her. Perhaps he was feeling a little uneasy and slept in the guest bedroom, she wouldn't put it past him to act selfless when he was the one ill.

However, when she took a look around the room, she noticed a few different details—Alfie wasn't one to move her vanity table elsewhere, let alone without asking if it was all right.

It wasn't a startling notice, but Rhea felt unrested from the previous evening and hoped her husband wasn't overbearing when they planned something for the day.

After a quick shower, Rhea returned to her vanity table and smiled to see that the picture of her husband was still in its rightful place. She could even hear his laughter at how confident he seemed to be smiling at her—almost cheering and telling her she was beautiful.

And Rhea sighed to know that there were plenty of photos to be had, with the both of them or just him.

With the bare minimum accomplished, she wondered if Alphard had his brothers downstairs or if the home was empty today. Just as she was about to call an elf, a knock followed on the door, and she smiled to see Cory.

Though, the witch had seen better days—Even her hair had seemed limp. "Good morning, mistress."

"Good morning...Did you do something new to your hair?" Startled, Cory had nearly flinched as she came forward and shook her head. Standing behind Rhea, undoing the towel from her shoulders and going to brush through the wet strains.

"Would you like it up or down today, mistress?"

"Um, down is fine...Did Alfie put you up to this pampering today, Cory?" The question had caused the witch behind her to still, her next few movements hesitating as she offered a sad smile. "No, mistress. I'm pleased to serve you."

"That's—" Cory seemed to tune out Rhea's voice as she focused on a downward hairstyle, one that had been created without magic. It was starting to concern her.

"Cory...?"
"Yes, mistress?"

"What's today's day?"

"Oh, it's the seventeenth of October. Nothing is on the agenda for today, so you are free to relax. Are you feeling alright, mistress?" A hand had instantly gone to linger on her stomach as she frowned.

"A bit nauseous, and the beginning signs of a headache...Perhaps I have a potion in the pantry—"
"I'll take a look, just a moment." Cory had hardly given her the moment to move, and it caused another frown. Why did things seem so wrong?

Rhea remained seated, but as Cory had held a potion vial in her hand, she offered a wained smile and explained that she would call upon a Healer.

"There's no need. It's safe to take the generic potions."
"In...In regard to?"
"There are potions specifically for pregnancy, but I'm sure the ingredients are the same in that potion than anything else the Healer would prescribe." Cory blinked, her hands starting to shake as she pocketed the potion and claimed that the Healer would come after a cup of tea.

Which sounded wonderful at the moment, thus allowing Rhea the moment to get ready properly—The offered dress was a much deeper shade of blue than she remembered favoring, but she couldn't help but adore the feel of the dress.
Or the flow and comfort, and thus she had exited her room.

She nearly screamed when she saw two males at the end of the hall.

As Corin followed her into the hallway, with her head low and her hands at the center of her waist, Rhea continued forward and was about to question who the hell these two blokes were.