She had endured it for a few months now, not as many as mortals, but much longer than normal
fairies.
The burden she carried in her womb, a product of the violation of that god, tormented her, filled her with anger and shame, she hated it, she needed to get rid of it.
Morinda could not see herself reflected in the lake or any other surface because she was filled with disgust against that defenseless being the product of that fateful day.
She wanted her to get out of her body as soon as possible to throw her into the river, that river that had been poisoned, causing the death of more than half of her people, her brothers.
But as if the creature sensed its impending doom, it refused to step out of it. He challenged her even before he even had her face to face.
The queen had hidden from
