The Guardian of the Chosen One (English Version of "La Gardienne de l'Elu")

Chapter 78: Isolation

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Kyria's point of view

I'd been on Alderaan for nearly a month. I was looking at the mountains overlooking the lake, near the family estate. Looking at this magnificent landscape always calmed my mind, bringing a certain serenity. I heard the door open, to see Breha enter, looking desolate. Although this stay was forced on me by my older brother, it gave me the calm to reflect on my son's revelations.

Breha: I'm sorry again, Kyria, for Bail's behavior. I just can't understand him. He's never been like this before.

Me: Neither have I. And the fact that he's trying to block me from any contact with Anakin is ridiculous. Do I have to remind him that he's my husband?

Breha: I know...but he's afraid for you, Kyria.

Me: Fear can be a bad counsellor.

I sat down on the chair opposite her and began to take the cup with the soothing yellow drink with a calming scent. A product from Arkasis, in gratitude for my fight for their freedom. Leia was sitting opposite me, her face equally confused, also sipping the drink. Looks like I wasn't the only one enjoying it.

What's more, I could see that it was good for her to be on Alderaan. Padmé entrusted me with her, to look after me, and I accepted. Having my daughter by my side was good for me, especially as she was Anakin's daughter in law. The two of them shared the same fighting spirit, the same determination and the same pride.

Leia mentally: In my time, he was also protective. But not that protective!

Me mentally: In your time, I didn't leave the Order.

Leia mentally: Not voluntarily, I'd say.

Me: So, we're in the unknown.

Suddenly, a migraine came over me as I placed my lips on the cup. Disregarding it, I put my lips on the cup and started to drink, hoping to soothe it. No sooner had I swallowed the start, than nausea began to take hold of me. I could feel the unpleasant sensation of my stomach rising.

Breha worried: Kyria, are you okay?

I put down the cup, trying to concentrate on soothing the ache. But my efforts were only slowing the ascent.

Me: Breha..Leia...I think I'm...going to throw up.

No sooner had I finished speaking than the two of them got up and brought me a basin. As soon as the basin was brought to me, I spat out the contents of my stomach for several seconds. It didn't seem to stop, giving me a terribly unpleasant sensation, tears streaming from my eyes from my efforts.

Breha: I'm going to see a doctor.

I didn't have time to speak as she had already left. But I knew what I had. I put a hand on my stomach and looked at Leia with a smile. Leia returned the smile, having understood my message perfectly.

Several days later,

In a blue dress with gold embroidery, I stood in the garden, one hand on my belly. Bail was with me, strolling along. Leia accompanied us and seemed more vigilant than ever, knowing I was pregnant. Was I carrying just their big sister or all three at once? I guessed I'd have to wait a little longer, to find out.

Bail smiled: So, you're pregnant, little sister?

Me amused: Yes. It was bound to happen sooner or later, I suppose.

Bail: Not necessarily.

Me: Anyway, it's a fact of life.

I could see that he was preoccupied.