Page 15 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

In a way, I miss Lykan. It wasn’t just the sex. There was something about him that I found incredibly attractive and magnetic. I wonder what could have been if we both looked past our differences, if we had just given each other the chance to get to know one another.

Alas, thinking about an impossible life only saddens me. After finishing lunch, I get back to my duties. Today I’m in charge of the laundry. It isn’t just Nasthyn’s I must take care of. I had to wash and dry the clothes of the countless people that seemed to live here. The only people I don’t mind doing it for are the other servants.

I’m carrying a heavy basket of washed laundry through the halls when I’m suddenly hit with a stabbing pain in my stomach. I almost drop the basket as I gasp, feeling the air get seized from my lungs. Placing the basket down, I throw a hand to my stomach.

Could it have been something I ate?I think.

It couldn’t have been. Someone of Nasthyn’s caliber had only the freshest of foods delivered to his home. I hear footsteps coming from behind me as the pain subsides.

“Cyra,” calls Nasthyn. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just tripped,” I reply as I pick the basket back up.

“Wait a minute,” he quips. “You don’t look so good.”

“Just let me… do my…”

My world turns to black. The last thing I feel is my body colliding with the floor’s hard surface. Nasthyn yells my name though he sounds far away.

When I regain consciousness, I find myself on a bed in what looks to be a healer’s room. Slowly, I raise myself up. Only then do I notice Nasthyn and another dark elf donned in mage’s robes sitting beside me. Both of them look at me gravely.

“What happened?” I groan, rubbing my head.

“You fainted,” says Nasthyn. “I took you to the healer here to make sure you were okay. She just wrapped up her tests a minute before you woke up.”

“So is anything wrong?” I ask.

“You’re quite alright,” says the healer. “However-”

“Great news. Come on then, back to work,” says Nasthyn, rising from his chair.

My jaw drops in disbelief.

Is this asshole not even going to give me the day off after passing out?

“You prick!” I exclaim.

“What?” he snaps, turning around with an angry face.

“Are you really just brushing off my health like it’s nothing at all? I should go rest!”

“There’s duties to be done, you can rest after.”

“Excuse me,” says the healer. “She’s-”

“Listen here you asshole,” I snap, interrupting the healer. “You may have taken away my freedom, but I’m not about be bossed around right after I fucking pass out. For all I know, you’re overworking me!”

“Excuse me!” yells the healer, startling us both. “I was not finished speaking about your test results. As it turns out… you’re pregnant.”

“What?” exclaim Nasthyn and I.

Fuck… It can’t be… It must be Lykan’s! What the fuck am I going to do? How am I going to care for a child here in the estate?

I bury my head in my hands, suddenly overcome with an overwhelming weight of anxiety pressing down on my body. That’s when an unexpected hand lays to rest on my leg. I look up to see a surprising look of sympathy worn across Nasthyn’s face.

“This is most unexpected… I’ll organize for you to bear lighter duties and work reduced times. If you’re going to bear a child, you mustn’t do so under stress.”

I have no clue what to say, caught completely off guard by his kindness. I only nod in response. Internally, I wonder if there’s anything else coming on the horizon to turn my world upside down. First the job change, now the pregnancy… what else does my fucked-up life have in store for me?

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