XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
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