" I was a victim of representational magic once, but i had a nosebleed as soon as that happened" Celaena smiled at Aery " Germophobe" and pushed the bowl slightly towards the middle of the table "My favourite magic is Fae a Magic especially the Super Fae magic, I'm sure you have hear of that Ame, if not well, it's available to mages so long as they've dabbled in Fae Magic"

A servant came and cleared the dishes away. Aery giggled at Celaena's reaction. The next course, roast beef, came out, and Aery indicated she only wanted a tiny piece. The server raised an eyebrow but did as she was bid.
Ame nodded. "I've always wanted to start learning fae magic, but I can't very well ask Rowan to teach me about it since he's been so busy... "teaching"... Aery."
Aery choked on her roast beef, since Ame pushed that thought into her head as well as said it out loud. She took a sip of sparkling fruit juice to calm herself. (she only drank fruit juice or water, never anything alcoholic.) "Rowan's been gone for the last month. He's not been "Teaching" me, Ame."

Celaena stared daggers at Rowan and then picked up her Fork and Table Knife and began cutting into her meat, only cutting small sections off, as to not bite off more than she can chew, so to speak and trailed it to her mouth and then looked at Aery "Where do you stand politically" she questioned and looked to Silly with her only eye from her second trip in Endovier.

Aery raised an eyebrow. "Awfully forward today, aren't we?" But she laughed, a forced sounding laugh. She took another bite of meat, wincing as her stomach rolled. She picked up her fruit juice with a shaking hand and drank a few sips to calm herself.
"Well, as you most likely know, I've reduced the inhabitants of the Endovier salt mines to almost nothing, and freed the slaves who had done nothing wrong. The only "slaves" who work there now are the overseers and guards, and they're overseen by a handful of the people they mistreated so badly. We employ people to work there, but they're paid well, and they go home and sleep in their own beds at night, and no one ever flogs them or starves them. They can resign whenever they want to, no strings attached."
"I've advised the government of Ellywe to disband the Calaculla labor camp. They scuffled their feet about it, but once I showed them my scars from just two weeks there and hinted that I may consider it an act of hostility to continue to hold Adarlanian citizens there, they agreed all too readily."
She took another sip of juice. "As far as slavery, utterly against it. I've freed all slaves within the empire, and had to quell so many rebellions because of it. My advisers tell me that I am just a child, that I have no sense of the world around me, that I can't create ripples or the whole system will fall. Then I show them the scars and they realize that I've got an adult's point of view on the world."
"If I thought I could turn Adarlan into a democracy without sending the entire realm into shambles, I would. As it is I let the people elect most of my advisers. Ame and Silly had to be appointed, but the people have quit balking under them after several displays of their capabilities. At Rowan's advice I took five of the old king's cronies who were awaiting execution, five hard, trained, lightning fast men, gave them swords and daggers, and put them in an arena against Silly armed with daggers, throwing stars, and a strangling cord. In three minutes all five men were dead and Silly was unscathed. People were all too eager to go along with my appointment of her lest they meet the wrong end of her blades."
"As far as Ame, she single-handedly quelled the rebellion of the mages when she was appointed, and that made everyone realize how good she is at what she does. And now they all love her. Well, not love, but respect her powers."
Realizing she'd been distracted, she continued talking about politics. "I declared the national religion to be paganism, which is in effect declaring that there is no national religion, as there are thousands of different gods in the pagan pantheon, and I never said which gods the people had to worship above all others. What about you, Celaena? I've heard nothing of your political endeavors, and you seem to have heard quite a lot about mine."

" Well Orynth was riddled with Wyrd Creatures, So I train a group of Faes on how to activate their Super Fae forms and it took us a long time to beat them" she smiled, as that was all she was goog to say

Aery sighed, knowing that she wouldn't get Celaena to say anything else. So she changed the subject. "How long are you going to be here, Celaena? I really wish you could stay for a while, but your duty to your empire comes first, and I would hate for something to happen to Terrasen because you were here indulging my childish whims."

" My empire is fine" she said but it sounded like a annoyed shout, jeez why did people care for Terrasen but she realised that she'd just shouted at Aery and Infront of her Inner Circle, how would they react, she wondered if she was wrong to shout at the Queen "I'm sorry, but I have lost my appetite" She got up out of her seat and bowed sarcastically and walked to her chambers.

Aery bit back the tears. God, Celaena, I was just trying to be civil. Apparently my diplomacy is terribly lacking, if that happened after only thirty minutes. She got up from the table as well, motioning for the others to stay seated and enjoy themselves.
She sprinted back to her rooms, fighting tears, and collapsed on the bed sobbing. Gods above, why was she so tearful? It was just a spat with Celaena... Who she hadn't seen for months. She'd hoped Celaena would have been less easily provoked. But then, she had been fairly rude, hinting that she thought that Terrasen might not be able to take care of itself without its queen.
Aery sighed and rolled over. Something pressed against her back. She took the tiny vial out of her pocket, along with a piece of parchment paper.
Aery laughed bitterly, slit the wax stopper on the vial. Downed the potion before she could think rationally about it. Grimaced and doubled over as fire raced through her body, especially through her ears and head.
And then... Nothing. Not even the chronic ache that she'd become so used to over the last few months. She shifted and... She heard the bed creak. Heard it.
"Hello?" she asked. Her own voice echoed in her ears.
"Oh my gods it worked, it worked!" She cried, laughing and sobbing in equal measure.
Ame and Silly came sprinting up the stairs.
"Aery, are you alright?" Silly asked, her rather low voice warm and concerned. Aery looked up when they entered, her eyes streaming.
"Can you hear us, Aery?" In contrast Ame's voice was high and almost bell-like.
In answer Aery just nodded, crying. And then Silly said something that made her panic.
"Aery, look in the mirror..."
Aery jumped to her feet, her eyes going wide. The scars were disappearing from her face... and her hair was growing. Growing? Yes. Visibly growing.
"Why would Ansel do this?" Her voice held wonder.
In contrast, Ame's voice held bitter irony. "I don't know, why would she make you have a baby tonight?"
Aery looked. The bump was swelling too, and then... A shudder through her whole body and a flash of pain in her abdomen. She gasped, stumbled, fell to the floor. "Damn you, Ansel." To Ame she said, "Call for a midwife, would you kindly? One of the ones who won't blab to anyone." Then she cried out again with another contraction.
Ame sprinted off, already soundly chewing Ansel out through their mental connection, and thinking to several of the midwives within the palace to come at the run.

Celaena opened the door to her chambers and walked into the room and walked over to her then fell on to her bed feeling sorry for that outburst, she was going through all the things on her mind and then fell asleep thinking about Aery, she was sorry for that but how could she show it to her , she was foolish and didnt mean to be that hot headed with Aery

~3 hours later~
Aery weakly realized that in a way, Ansel had made good on her promise, in that no one would have to know about Aery's being pregnant. But she also knew that she never wanted to have another baby again. It had hurt terribly, and the damage had been such that Ame had to heal her lest she bleed to death.
Of course, part of the problem was that it was twins, not just one child. At least she didn't have to try to nurse them, for as soon as they'd been born they'd started growing at an accelerated rate and now resembled five-year-olds. No one would ever guess that these twin boys had been born of Aery.
Ame stood in the corner, shaking her head at the sheer amount of magic there. By the Wyrd, Ansel, how many witches did you have to drain to get that spell right? She didn't entirely want to know the answer.
The boys looked at her like they'd heard her thought. She bit her lip to keep from yelping. "Hi?" she asked.
"Hi!" One of the boys chirped at her.
"Hi! Who are you?" the other said.
"Who are you, who are you?" They both said, running around chasing each other.
"Tag, you're it!" One touched Ame's shoulder.
Ame flinched. She'd never played tag before.
"Tag?" she touched one of them back. He shrieked with laughter and ran around the room, tagging his brother, who tackled Ame, tickling her. She shrieked and flailed, magic sparking around her.
"Boys, don't harass your Auntie Ame!" Aery said. Having changed into a nightgown and slippers (and having thrown away her hair extensions, for by now her hair was back to the respectable length it had once been!) she sat on the bed, looking pale and tired.
"But she's littler than us, how can she be our auntie?"
"Yeah, and she don't look anything like you!"
What're you going to do with them? Ame asked.
I have absolutely no idea, Amethystia. They're princes but I can't say that without making people suspicious. We could have Silly train them as spies.
But they're so... Immature!
No, they're normal. You're almost disgustingly mature for your age. But you're right, they're not mature enough to be spies. As much as I hate to say it, we're terribly short-staffed in the kitchen. They'll have a nice, safe place to stay.
You'll have to name them, then, Aery. Can't refer to them as Thing 1 and Thing 2, now can you?
Aery sighed, pinched her nose to ward off a headache. She teared up as she thought of names. "Very well then. Aiden and Alek Miner. For two boys who died before their time."
The boys looked at each other. "I'm Aiden." said one. "So you're Alek."
"But I wanna be Aiden!"
"I called it first!"
"So? I'm older!"
Aery sighed, grabbed one of the boys by an arm. "You're Aiden Miner. You've always been Aiden Miner. You are six years old. And you are not in any way shape or form related to me or Amethystia."
The boy nodded soberly. Ame implanted false memories into his mind.
She grabbed the other one. "You are Alek Miner. You've always been Alek Miner. You're six years old. And you're not related to me, or to Ame."
He nodded. Ame implanted the memories for him as well.
Then Aery took her charges down to the kitchen, turned them over to the young woman in charge. She raised her eyebrows but didn't complain; she was VERY short staffed. Aery also grabbed two thick slices of leftover chocolate cake, balancing them on her outstretched palm. She headed back up the stairs, feeling very tired. Aery stopped by Celaena's suite and knocked. "Celaena, can I come in? I brought cake."

"Yes." She said while looking at her exposed tummy after she'd rolled her top up but not entirely, She had been interfered with by a obviously now dead guard at Endovier, She had to unleashed Super Fae 4 to kill the guards and after that was rescued by Ansel and Ame after suffering untold pain, The guards thought she was giving in, he thought he broke her but she was playing him at his own game.

Aery opened the door slowly, precariously balancing the cake. "Thought you might like some of this." She said, by way of explanation. She carefully came in, shutting the door behind her. Brought the cake over to the bed, set one plate down next to Celaena.
"Are you alright, Celaena?" She asked, softly. Awkwardly standing by the bed like she didn't know what to do. Well, she didn't. "You've seemed a little... off... at dinner. You didn't even stay for fruit."

" In my second visit to Endovier... I got ta..ken... adv..antage of and that is why I left for Terrasen and my brashness at Dinner" She softly grasped the cake and began carefully consuming it and fell back on the bed after placing the dish on the Bed Table and then sobbed with her hands on her stomach clawing at it trying to get inside her belly.

Aery felt like the whole world was falling down around her. Wordlessly she sat down on the bed and hugged Celaena. "Oh, my gods. Oh my gods." She whispered, crying. "I had no idea. I had so many of my own problems that I never even noticed. I'm so sorry, Celaena. Aelin. Alyssia. Whatever you go by now." She curled up against Celaena's side, crying, but wanting to be there for her friend-sister-mother... whatever their relationship was.

" Just call me the useless bitch.. Aery... I-i want you to kill me" She sobbed out, her thoughts were trying to empty but they couldn't, so she slapped the bed with her hands "I shouldn't have picked you up that night.. look at you, I turned you into a damn weapon" She turned her head to face Aery "Finn Griffith was right, I am a failure."

Aery flinched. Went to the door, chucked all of her daggers but the silver one outside, ignoring the maid's yelp. "Take those to my rooms."
She turned slowly and walked back to stand next to Celaena, her entire body shaking. "I can't, Celaena. I won't. Even if you hadn't talked to me that day, I'd be just as broken of a person right now. My first street-mentor, Aiden? His whole gang got... got captured and taken to Calaculla." She absently rubbed her fingers across the shiny shackle scars on her wrists, and over the newer scars, a multitude of raised lines criscrossing each other. Scars that had been her only way of keeping her sanity.
"I'd still be rotting in Calaculla with them, Celaena, if you hadn't reached out to me. Or I'd be starving on the streets, selling my body for coppers just so that I might get a piece of bread." She choked on a sob. But Aiden and Tazz and everyone else would still be alive and you'd not have been tortured and Ame never would have had to kill a man. I hate you, Celaena. But not as much as I hate myself.

" I just want things the way they were before The Xandria incident, we were doing good before charles came and... oh my god The torturers weren't plotting to kill the king themselves... OH MY GOD AERY.." She sat up and realised she didn't kill the right torturers and that made her angry ".. We were used.. they are still at large " she quickly shouted out.

Aery was terribly confused. And then she realized it too. "I'm such an idiot. They didn't want to kill the kings. Well, they did, but they just wanted to get us on the thrones, they wanted to... to make us... They wanted to have half-royal children so that a blood test can prove that they in fact are the parents, and thus they can become the kings of our realms." She started to cry. "At least my boys won't have to deal with the cloak-and-dagger business. As far as everyone except me, Ame, and Silly know, the boys were found on the street and I brought them in to work in the kitchen. They'll be happy servants for the rest of their lives." Her tears came harder as she tried to sort through the rush of emotions. Should she have kept the boys and raised them as princes? As her cousins or something?
But no. She couldn't have borne that reminder for the rest of her life.

"I should have died in Endovier.. why do I have Super Fae Form" Celaena asked while having an upset face " I'll give you Orynth If I have Rifthold" She managed to muster up enough courage to stand up and began to walk to the door while motioning her hand for Aery to follow her.

Aery nodded. "Consider it done. It'll be a part of our peace arrangement." She got up and followed Celaena closely, a little concerned about where they were going, after that bout of suicidal thoughts.