Throne of Glass One Shots

Bun in the Oven

Lysandra held Aelin's hair back while she vomited into the toilet for the third time that morning.

"You're going to have to tell him eventually." Lysandra told her, wiping her face with a wet cloth. "You're already 2 months along."

Aelin tried to shake her head but only ended up vomiting again. "He'll figure it out when I get fat."

Lysandra grinned, though the sick girl couldn't see it. "That or he'll think all that chocolate is finally catching up to you."

"Ha ha ha."Aelin said sarcastically as she got her face cleaned once more.

"I think you need a bath." She looked at her vomit stained clothes. "And a change of clothes."

"I don't suspect you'll let me bathe on my own will you?" She asked sourly, sitting up.

Lysandra hadn't left her alone in those two months since she found out. She's had Aedion and Evangeline back in Lysandraland taking care of the place the whole time.

"Can I trust that you won't drown yourself?" She asked sternly. She has attempted suicide more than once since her pregnacy, though she wasn't sure if she would really go through with it she didn't want to risk it and has stayed ever since.

"Run the damn bath."

Lysandra turned on the water and helped Aelin in the tub. "I can do it myself."

She snorted "Remember when you slipped and fell, I heard it from the kitchens."

"You were raiding the kitchens again!" Aelin chided. "The cooks have been blaming me since its been all the sweets disapearing. Figured maybe when Evangeline came to visit or something."

Lysandra only shrugged. "They should hide the sweets better then."

"Atleast try to be sneakier about it." Aelin chuckled.

"Half the sweets I've been stealing were for you!"

Aelin cocked her head. "I thought you meant you were stealing them from the marketplace."

"Yes, Aelin. I can't believe you caught me, I've been running this escapade for months now, robbing the poor workers of their only means of income. Please don't punish me."

"You forget I'm the queen." Aelin gave her a twisted smile.

"Really I do. It's weird that, that thing inside of you is going to be the royal heir."

"Thats because," Aelin laughed. "You'd rather I'd go without a heir so you could run the place."

"That would be nice." Lysandra imagined being the queen, but she didn't want to leave Caraverre, she was happy there. She couldn't wait to go back after these nine months were up.

Aelin finished bathing before climbing out of the tub and wandering into her closet with Lysandra to pick out an outfit for the day. "The best thing about this cursed baby is that I don't have to wear those damned corsets."

"You never did wear them." Lysandra flipped through the rack of corsets, many of which still had the tags on them and the ones that didn't were, for the most part, from her borrowing them.

"I wore them on fancy outings."

"What fancy outings? From what I recall you sent me to do all the fancy outings for you." Any time there was any sort of big thing that the queen of Terrasen's attendence was requested for Aelin would come to visit her with exotic chocolates and vintage wines practically begging her to do them for her. As much as Aelin loved being the queen and wearing fancy clothes, she hated talking to other people of power. The only ones she did on her own were went visiting Chaol, Dorian, Ansel and Manon. Only because she didn't trust her talking to the witch. Not that Lysandra trusted herself either.