Another night of attempting to make an heir. Another night of sneaking out of the bed to the bathroom, the disgusting feeling crawling beneath her skin as if coaxing her to rip off her feathers. As her kneeling form hunched over the toilet, her body convulsing as the familiar taste slid up her throat and eyes burned with held back tears.
Stella never knew why no matter how many times she tried coming up with a possible reason. Why? Why couldn't she just be a good wife? Obediently bear an heir without the nauseating feeling? Why couldn't she love the man she was promised to? But no matter how many times she tried to rationalize her repulsion, she couldn't.
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Stella angst
Fanfictionnone of this is canon I just love Stella's character design and feel like making a sad story cover not mine from @Jade_and_stuff_ on pinterest
