Umaerium

~Asaíra~ The third and last moon was up in the middle of the Delph sky. Läera held my hand tightly. "It is time," she whispered. We slowly walked down the marble halls, our long, ivory gowns dragging at our bare feet.  "But I don't feel anything," I replied. She gripped my hand even tighter until we entered a wide bedroom with an overlooking balcony. A cold breeze flew in, lifting the thin, white curtains to form all sorts of odd shapes.  There was a large bed near the balcony, where two servants stood. They were chatting with each other, but stopped altogether once they noticed my presence. They both wore long turquoise gowns and black gloves. I took a deep breath, knowing what was going to occur next. I was thrilled, but terrified at the same time. This was a big step for me in my life, and I wanted the events that followed after to be perfect. On the other side of the room, was a large comfy-looking sofa. There was a medium-sized glass table before it, filled with several types of delicacies. I looked at Läera questioningly. "Your mother wanted you to be comfortable," she explained with her deep hyacinth eyes trained on me. She gently placed her hand on the huge bump of my stomach. Her lips stretched into a smile. "None of us expected this," she laughed. "But it's truly a blessing, for the whole of Umærium." I smiled in return, but was a bit baffled. How could my child affect the whole of Umærium? I didn't ponder on it though. After I was proclaimed to be barren for the rest of my life, being ready to give birth brought me on highs I'd never experience before. The other saddening fact that lingered with me from the start, was that Dekel wouldn't be there to see his child. And he never would, because he was dead. And it was my fault. I knew getting intimate with him would have put him at risk, but I succumbed to my own selfish desires. Läera sensed my discomfort. "Hey. Don't worry about him." I lifted my eyes to her. "You'll be a great mom." I forced a smile and nodded and she bought it. Läera and I were great friends, but she couldn't decipher my emotions all the way. There still some things she had yet to learn about me. It made it easier to mask some of my feelings from her prying nature, given that I wasn't much an open person. She left the room, and I was alone with the two servants who still stood at the foot of the bed. I sighed and walked to the sofa, and carefully bent to sit. Then I began to reminisce. It all began at the all so classic ball my family hosted, in honour of Prince Orion's return. My parents had close ties with the royal family of Umærium; they even tried to arrange a marriage for him and me, but my heart wasn't there. Any umærian girl would have killed for that opportunity! You're so ungrateful! My parents spat. I couldn't help but feel guilty, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The guilt followed me everywhere I went, until I met Dekel. Dekel had coal black eyes to match his dark coloured hair, and that made him unimportant. Umærians were classed by their eye colour, and we only had three types. The first class title belonged to those with rich scarlet eyes. It was a rare gene among our people, so they deemed them sacred. They were called the Royauz. The second class were those with violet eyes; that included me. They called us Milleuz. We were kind of in between with some variations. Some of us had close ties with the Royauz or inner family wealth, while others weren't so lucky, but still had an important role to play in society. The final class were those with eyes as dark as our skies when none of the three moons rose. They were deemed the scums or Paurz of Umærium, and did the jobs that no one wanted to do. Personally, I think the rest of society were frightened by how intimidating they seemed. To utilise a living threat, would be to keep it from gaining of the benefits the Royauz owned. I found it unfair, but no one in this world dared to speak out in disagreement with the laws the Royauz had put in place. So I, a Milleuz, being intimate with a Paurz, Dekel, looked bad for the family... according to my parents. My mother immediately forced us to break it off once she found out about it. It was my father who had somewhat pity, and after hours of my begging, had permitted me to have a proper farewell with Dekel. Although I wasn't even allowed to touch him for the time. And a few days later, Dekel was found in one of the mine tunnels, hanging from a rope, like he'd committed suicide. I felt as if all my insides were being pried out from me that day. All the servants were ordered to stay at my side, in case I decided to join him. I really wanted to. Läera and Prince Orion stayed with me for days after that, and as time passed, I came to the realisation that I was carrying his child. How did I know it was his? He was the only one I ever gave myself to. That's how. I was ecstatic that I was still able to bare a little memory of him, for me to raise as my own. I didn't think my parents would have allowed it, but they were too excited that I was expecting a baby after the doctors deemed me barren. And now, here I was. I picked up a piece of food from one of the platters. I released a shaky breath and placed it in my mouth, savouring the taste. I can do this, I reiterated to myself. I took slow breaths to calm myself. I suddenly felt excruciating pain in my belly, causing me to cry out. The two servants immediately rushed to my side. The pain stopped abruptly, and I paused to catch my breath. "What the hell was that?" I asked myself, but one of the servants responded. "Your contractions are starting miss." My brows furrowed as I lifted my head to get a better look at her. "My what?" Another jolt of pain thrashed through my body once more; this time, stronger than the first one. I cried out once more, only louder. This time, Läera rushed in, followed by my mom, and Prince Orion on her heels. Läera's wild eyes locked with the servants. They nodded and she swallowed. "It's time."