"As the noble blood runs through your veins you have magic in your system,"
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For a very long time Dianna tried to hide her secret. No matter the cost she refused to talk about it, to think about it even t...
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"Lupus pilum mutat non mentem"
When you are going on the trip that will take just two days and three hours, you actually don't know what to pack.
I didn't want that rubbish dresses, corsets or heels.
I wanted something comfy, warm and cotton.
I packed my pyjama, the only pyjama I had, with some lines with nice silk, yes everything was from silk, and my pants and shirt.
I asked for more pairs that same outfit because I liked to move freely. I didn't like being tied with that corset, skirts and heels.
All of my energy was pointed toward the packing. The kiss, Danniel, denial of the love and everything I felt with Prince I pushed back.
The shirt had to be packed this way, pants another. Pack other boots. A bigger jacket. Maybe even a hat.
So that is what I did. The whole day I avoided thinking about anything else. It was forbidden. The Prince is an enemy and he will stay the one.
Somehow, I'm not sure but sleep sneaked up and before I knew I was in it.
This time I was in some cottage. Everything around me was black because all light was confronted on. She was laying on the big bed, crying.
Little too late I realised that she is having a birth.
The baby is finally getting out.
I got excited. I wanted to see the baby. How she or he will look. Are they going to be tiny like babies in my village or it will be a healthy baby with 3kg?
Babies in our village were around 2kg heavy when they were born. People didn't have enough to eat so pregnant women don't have enough food for their babies.
I hated that. That was one part I didn't want babies. I mean I would have them in one point in life, but I never thought how it would be to hold your baby in arms, your flesh and blood, to look at eyes same like yours.
I never liked that. Call me cold but I wanted something more except babies.
And how it looks I will never have that baby.
I shook my head and focused on the picture in front of me.
This couldn't be a dream. I was too conscious.
This is not a dream.
She was crying, not looking. She looked at the wall while sweat came down her face in the collar. She looked at nothing.
She pushed.
"Come on, honey doesn't leave me." Said Anakin and I instantly smiled.
