Not Hungry

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Sighing Aelin sat down at the table for breakfast. She felt the eyes of every member of her court on her, watching her. She had grown used to it over the past nine months, but with Dorian back in Adarlan they watched her like she might break any day. Aelin reached for the pitcher of Juice, her arms falling just short because her belly was in the way. "Allow me" Aedion said getting up to pour her juice. Aelin would have fought him in the past. She was pregnant not an invalid, but she had long since given up on that. Not to mention she was extremely tired. She hadn't been sleeping well since Doiran left a few weeks ago. Come to think of it, she hadn't really eaten much since then either. Aelin nodded her thanks to Aedion as she took a sip of her juice. She made a face. "Is there something wrong with the juice?" Lysandra asked as she sniffed her own glass. Aelin pushed her glass away, she felt nauseous as she shook her head.

Rowan reached out and squeezed her hand in his. "You should eat something Fireheart." Of course Rowan had noticed her decline in food consumption. Sighing Aelin looked at her plate, the bread seemed like the safest option picking it up she brought it to her mouth cautiously taking a bite. A mistake. Aelin cupped her hand in front of her mouth as she ran to the nearest trash can and vomited. She stood wiping her mouth her hand going to rest absent-mindedly on her stomach. She felt the baby kick and smiled as she remembered how excited Dorian had been the first time he felt it.

"Are you okay?" Should I get Yryene?" Lysandra asked as she linked her arm through hers. "No I'm fine." Lysandra nodded.

"There is a council meeting today, but I could take your place if you need to rest." Aelin glared at Aedion. "It was just an idea." he mumbled. The last thing Aelin wanted to do was to appear weak, she was most definitely going to the council meeting. She excused herself to get dressed, she was hoping for some alone time before the meeting but Lysandra walked with her.

"When was the last time you ate something?" Aelin knew she meant without being sick. "Last night I had a snack before bed" she lied. The truth was she didn't know, the thought of food made her nauseous and anytime she did try to eat she immediately regretted it. It had been a few days probably, at least. Lysandra grabbed her arm causing her to stop suddenly the motion made her dizzy but she quickly regained her composure. "You would tell me if you needed something, right?" Aelin smiled "Of course". Lysandra nodded before leaving to get ready herself.

Aelin walked beside Rowan as they made their way to the throne room. She was so tired, her head felt a little dizzy, and her feet hurt and they still had a ways to go. Aelin pushed those feelings aside as she kept walking. She saw Rowan glance down at her from the corner of his eye, "Fireheart, is everything okay?" What was with everyone asking her that today?! No, everything was not okay she was nine months pregnant she couldn't sleep and her mate was gone. "Of course, Rowan" she said as she smiled at him, but she knew he didn't buy it. He nodded his head anyways, they continued walking in silence. Suddenly Aelin felt like she was going to be sick again, sweat coated her body while blackness creeped at the edges of her vision. She was going to faint. Reaching out she grabbed Rowan's arm the last thing she saw was his face full of concern then darkness.

"What happened?" Lysandara demanded. "I don't know she was fine, and then she just fainted." Rowan answered his voice laced with concern as he held Aelin's limp body. "I found Yryene!" Aedion shouted as he ran down the hall. "Step back, give her some room!" Yryene shouted shoving through the crowd of people who had gathered concerned about their Queen, and possible heir.

"We need to move her, somewhere more private." Yryene whispered in Rowan's ear. Nodding Rowan stood scooping Aelin into his arms as he followed Yryene back to Aelin's quarters. Rowan placed her gently on the bed. Yryene sat beside her pulling an amplifier out of her bag, she lifted Aelin's dress so that her stomach was exposed placing it against her belly.

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