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Nightmare:Shelay beneath a sea of fine silk, cottons and furs. Familiar arms held her close,latching onto the much-needed warmth Moon offered on winter nights. From the tall, arching windows,snow swallowed all sound of the outside world, giving way to the softer noisesthat filled the room about them. Every now and then a crackling snapped intothe atmosphere from the dying fire before a soft hiss of shifting ash permittedthe last of the embers to dim further. Sheets sounded their hushed reminder ofany faint movement that took place beneath and the large grandfather clock thatadorned the wall ticked steadily as its pendulum swung to the count of morning.
Forsome time, Moon lay in silence. Pregnancy had granted her many a sleeplessnight, leaving the young queen with the whispers of trinkets, magical artefactsand fire to grant her company as she lay drifting between sleep in the arms ofher husband. After some time, she began to settle her thoughts upon therhythmic ticking of the clock; surrendering to the quiet passing of eachmeasured moment.
Thatwas, until the ticking began to slow.
Itbegan to sound every other tick of its usual pattern. Then every four ticksuntil the sound itself melded into a soft clicking of hooved feet.
Moonstiffened.
Suddenlyit were as if the windows had been opened. A ferocious cold burst it’s way into the small sanctuary, causing Moon to press into the arms that held her inorder to savour the newfound warmth that they offered. A deep hum ofappreciation shook the emaciated chest that had weaved its way into the placeof Toffee’s.
Afearful breath stuck in the queen’s throat, sounding as a tortured whimper. Withcare, her hands curved protectively around the swell of her belly.
Thesweet scent of mint-laded breath found her mouth, shushing the queen benevolentlywhilst a large hand took her chin to plead her eyes to meet his own. Meltedflesh mutilated the face she had grown to fear so deeply, causing a sob to fallin the place of words as Moon’s eyes beheld what remained of Kalgor.
Tenderlydissatisfied, the hushing continued its attempts to soothe Moon as a chastekiss was pressed to her temple. In a gentle display that sought to comfort, theWechuge brought his arm beneath the sheets to cradle the slight frame that was dwarfedby his stature. The large palm drifted in slow appreciation of her form,drinking in each and every curve before settling on her belly and freezing.
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