Baby's Kick and the enemy's attack

He shifts in his place a little, crunching his brows together. "What brings this up?" he asked

"Just answer the question, Why do you seem like you love the War? Don't you worry about me?" I whimper, biting my lip. Prince Edmund leans back in his chair and looks up at the stars.

"Everyone will die at some point in their life. There's no way to predict death…but no, I suppose I'm not. But if I had to choose one way to die, it would be in battle— I have been the leader and in charge of the army. How can I be afraid of death?"

"But why?" I ask, cutting him off. My eyes are wide and glistening with tears.

"You would rather die at the hands of an enemy's sword than in bed, comfortable, holding hands

with your lover. Spend nights and Days with me when our children were playing around, making noises"

He blinks at me, his lips unmoving. I can't look at his beautiful face anymore. I bury my head in my hands and rub at my temples with my fingers.

"God, I'm so afraid…" I whisper.

"This war is