Alliance

Chapter 45- Cineri Gloria Sera Venit

Cineri Gloria Sera Venit

Latin

Glory Paid To Ashes Comes Too Late

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what awful things we must

endure!

truly,

i'm leaving you against my will.

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"I wish I was going with you." Sanya said, fixing Edmund's burgundy shawl.

"No, you don't." Edmund rolled his eyes, trying to be patient as she pinned his cloak properly- it was a cloak, not a shawl as his wife called it- to his shoulder. "We are going to hunt, after all, my dearest."

"Yes, but you aren't going to kill the White Stag." She said pointedly. "Just ask it for a wish."

"And pray that the wish it grants you doesn't have any malevolence attached to it, unlike a certain favour." Her husband agreed.

"I'm done, husband." She announced a moment later, giving him a thumbs-up. It was a gesture that Edmund had taught her meant that things were going well, and they certainly were now. Not just in this moment, where the couple stood close together, she in purple and he in grey-blue, smiling at each other- but in the last year. Her expectations had been rather low- but it had been so blissful.
"The shawl shouldn't come loose during your ride-"

"It's not a shawl!"

"Yes, it is. When my mother gave it to you, she said 'it gets cold in winter in Narnia, here's ten warm shawls to help'."

"No, she didn't-" Well, that was a lie, he had a whole drawer stuffed full of these warm shawls, "but how do you even know that?"

"Why are you wearing your crown, by the way?" She ignored his flabbergasted question, and poked the silver crown atop his messy hair. It was getting much too long- it had grown past his jaw and was reaching his neck, he needed to get it cut.

"Peter insisted." He didn't often wear his crown- none of his siblings did, for fear of harming it or losing it- but when he was commanded to, he obeyed. "To show respect to the Stag, or something nonsensical. Though I am almost certain that Peter will be the one whose crown drops off while riding."

"Oh, I miss riding, it's been a while..."

"Not long till the little one comes and you can have your freedom back." Edmund tried to mollify, pulling her closer to him.

"You make it sound as if I'm in a prison." Sanya rolled her eyes fondly at him, but smiled when she felt his hands on her protruding stomach. "I happen to love being pregnant."
Well, this time.

"Well, remind me to thank this baby for keeping you in a mellow mood, instead of driving both of us crazy." Oh, he remembered the quick flaring up of her temper, the weird emotional swings she'd face, and- most of all- he remembered the unholy food she had craved whilst being pregnant with Selene. "No horrible mood swings this time, no beef steak and curd, no hormonal insanities at all."
Well, unless one counted the numerous fevers she'd got during the first few months of the pregnancy. But she'd made him promise not to bring that up again, because she hadn't been ‘that sick.’
Yes. She had been.

"I mean-" She smiled widely, moving even closer to him, making him forget all about her first trimester fevers, "there are some hormonal insanities."