The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"Like hell she will," Bull snarls, eyes instantly turning a burning red. "She won't lay a single--"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Verdlauna!" Bull stiffens, a growl building in his chest at that voice. "Oh Coquette, Nox said-- oh Coquette!" Varisia rushes into the entrance hall in a state of disarray. Her hair is a mess, her clothes ripped and bloodied-- much of it likely from the gash on her cheek and the obvious stab wound on her left shoulder-- and her eyes are panicked. Astonishingly, she doesn't waste time ordering the men out of the way, instead wrapping her arms around her wife as best she can. "Broken Blood, my love, I'm sorry."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette wraps her arms around her wife tightly, sobbing desperately. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, I didn't mean to-- I don't know what I did wrong-- I tried, please, I tried so hard--!"

[Varisia Primfana]

Lux exchanges bewildered looks with Bull, not that either woman notices. "Shhh, shhh," Varisia croons, stroking the back of Coquette's neck comfortingly. "It's o-K--" She doesn't finish the lie, her voice cracking. "Not your fault," she manages instead, shedding some tears of her own.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It... it's not?" she whimpers. "But... but it was inside me, if I had just been better, stronger, I could have..."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh sweetie, no," Varisia croons, fluttering a handful of kisses on her wife's cheek. "Not your fault. This-- this sometimes just... happens. You've stuck to my diet, been careful about exercise, gotten plenty of sleep and rest and-- You didn't do this. Okay? Say it." Her tone shifts at the end, the sharp edge of Little Bitch's Mistress surfacing for the order.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I didn't... I didn't do this," she says slowly, taking a deep, shuddering breath. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Again," Varisia demands, though her tone has softened once more.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I didn't do this. It just... it just happened."

[Varisia Primfana]

That gets a flinch. "It's not your fault." Her eyes close, guilt and remorse welling up. "It's fate's. And... and mine," she admits painfully. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She almost doesn't ask. She almost lets it go. But a soft, hesitant voice asks, "....yours?"

[Varisia Primfana]

In another sign that Varisia is truly overwrought, she doesn't react at all to Bull's growl or Lux's soft gasp. "The ritual," she explains softly. "To ensure s-sh-she would be a daughter. It-- I was told it increased the risk of... of problems, but I thought--" She breaks off, scoffing softly. "It doesn't matter why. I was wrong."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You didn't know," she says, eager to forgive. "You didn't know this would happen. It could have happened anyway, without the ritual. We'll never know."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's breath catches and she fails to stop tears from falling. "Verdlauna, my Verdlauna," she whispers, kissing her on the lips gently. "No, please do not-- I do not deserve absolution for this, not yet. But I will." she promises fevorantly. "I'll make it up to you, I swear it. To-- to our daughter who shall never--" A sob slips from her and she hides her face against Coquette's temple.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I was so afraid," she whispers. "I was scared you'd hit me, for losing her. For this."