[b]Blaze[/b]

I’m woken up by an older lady pointing out where I can sleep. My eyes groggily find my sister. She’s drunk. It’s painfully obvious. She’s never been much of a drinker but it looks like she’s taken several sips too many. I should probably drag her out with me but she’s crawled into Gaul’s lap. Yes definitely drunk. I consider pulling her off but he’s a big guy and can take care of himself. I’m sure he’ll see her safely out of here and straight to bed…alone. Just like me unfortunately. I sleepwalk/stumble to our hut and hit the hay. 


[b]Flame[/b]

I curl further into the warm arms that belong to Gaul. Comfortable, happy. I’m cradled in his lap which is stiff with muscles. My head hurts. Then I remember I was explaining our monarchy.

” So Inferna is a wonderful regent. She was basically born for it. We all were really but she breathes it.” I lean back again into my Gaul pillow. It really is wonderful. I should thank Blaze when we wake. Wake? Am I asleep? I’m unsure now. My eyes are too heavy to lift. I probably should wake though. Then a thought flings itself into my mind. My eyes open, I sit up ramrod straight. The most serious realization just dawned on me. I have to tell Gaul, but I’ll need courage. I grab the pitcher that has what remains of the drink and start downing it. This liquid courage works wonders. It’s how I found myself here in this comfy Gaul chair. I’ll need all the courage I can get for this announcement.

“Heirs!” That wasn’t how this was supposed to start but I’ve started now and I might as well get it all out. “I’m supposed to help keep the line of succession going. Blaze has to have kids. Technically I’m supposed to as well but the little buggers are aggravating but they might not be if they have the right genes. See you’re a god of fate right? And I’m basically a warrior princess so it’s prefect. Gaul, I would like you to father my children.”