gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
At his admission, she pulls him tighter. She’d be in a similar boat, she imagines. And she finds that she’s thankful for the Voice for a great many things. But to be punished for something you had no control over? It was something that hit her deep, that she understood what it was like. “I’m glad you’re here.” She says lightly, meaning every single word of it. But he lists off all the things he now knows, and when he asks if there’s anything else that he should know, she thinks on it for a moment. Only Phoebe and Bastien knew, so far, and she figures that perhaps now that she certainly can’t birth children, perhaps that’s another thing he should know too. “Well, in this version of me, when I was in Asciend with my ex-husband trying to make things work, I got pregnant.” She pauses, thinking about it. “But then my true heritage came out and I was punished for it, put in the dungeons. He thought perhaps I was faking it to try and get the punishment less. But, in the end, I did give birth.” She pauses, pulling him a bit tighter and closing her eyes, resting her head somewhere close to his. “Except he was stillborn, so. That’s part of the reason Asciend hates me even more, suggested I killed my own son to get back at them.” Because it was absolutely barbaric, in the end. To think she could be capable of such a thing.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
