The Midnight Prince

[GamesMaster]

"Hah! Knew the kid was a fucking fag. You got somethin' that'll fix him, then? How much will it cost  me?"

"...Let's take this discussion outside and let these two rest."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say doc." 

As the two depart, Shisou begins trembling in Rokag's arms. "I h-h-h-h-hate h-h-h-h-him," he mutters. 

[Rokag]

"....yeah, I hate him, too." She reached down and ruffled Shiori's head. "Good idea with faking at the end."

[Shisou]

Shiosou nods. "I'm s-s-s-s-s--orry I c-c-c-c-ouldn't s-s-s-s-top h-h-h-h-him. I c-c-c-c-c-couldn-n-n't p-p--p-p-pp-p-p-pro-t-t-t-t-e-c-c-c-t y-y-y-y-y-ou. I'm s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sorry."

[Rokag]

Rokag shook her head. "Hey, I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you, so don't acct like you."

[Shisou]

Shisou nods, but his mind is far away. Someday I'll be strong enough to protect you. Maybe once we're married things will get better.


The following week, Rokag is subjected to the monthly pregnancy detection ritual: a full examination of her pelvic region followed by peeing on a patch of moss to determine if she's pregnant. Twelve hours later, the unexpected happens: the moss is still alive, proving her pregnancy status once and for all.

"Congratulations," says the healer, offering her a handshake. "Do you have any questions for me?"

[Rokag]

Rokag was....well, she seemed to be a little shocked. Okay very shocked as she was staring at the moss. "Is...wait, is...that..." FUUUUUUCK WHAT THE FUCKING EEL SHIT HELLWHAT?! She was just...that....can't be right, right? They had just been...sure, it was SUPPOSED to happen, but it wasn't supposed to...but... "S..should I feel light-headed?"

[GamesMaster]

"No, please sit down," he says, hurriedly showing her to a chair. "Do you need water?"

[Rokag]

Rokag sits, trying to take a moment. FUUUCK So wait, why wouldn't I notice. I don't feel any different, isn't there supposed to be some kinda sign or something?! "Um..th..thanks. I..that's just really f-er..very surprising." Rokag took another long breath. "Um...s- Shisou. I should probably find him." And find out what the hells that means now that we're..that I'm... Rokag shakes her head. "Um...maybe...water would be good."

[GamesMaster]

He pours her a glass of water from a pitcher, brings it to her. "Yes, I'm certain you're eager to share this with your fiancee. I will notify his parents as well, so that the date for the wedding can be set. Do you have any questions about the pregnancy process or the birth?"

[Rokag]

More than you possibly fucking know! She takes the water and gulps it down. "Uh..um...how do we know how long it will take?" Rokag paused a moment. "How...long will....when should I expet things to" start ballooning out li- "Change., I mean"

[GamesMaster]

"That depends heavily on the race of the child. For an outblood, three years and a half or so. For an orc child, as little as seven months. Eleven and a half months for a merikos." 

[Rokag]

For fucking HOW LONG?! Rokag leaned back in her chair. "I....see." Some part of her, the one that had gotten her into that turtle shell, said that she needed to run. If she DID have a kid, then they'd kill her, or do something to make sure she couldn't leave. But she also wasn't sure she could help Tsuki and Saiya if she left. Shiori wouldn't want to leave, either, and she wasn't just going to leave him to Indou. She owed him better than that.

"Do we already know?"

[GamesMaster]

"No, no. We would have to do a divination ritual to find out what race the child will be. Do you want to know right away? Or wait to find out?"

[Rokag]

"Wait..w...we should wait." Rokag tried to take another breath. "at least a little while." She wasn't sure what to do...she wasn't sure what she WANTED to do.

[GamesMaster]

"Alright, it'll be a fun surprise for you, mama. Any other questions? I know they don't give you girls a lot of information about the process ahead of time."