Wings and Embers: A Nessian Pregnancy: Part One
Barefoot as always, Ash Acheron, Heir to the Autumn Court was dragged to Hybern by his sister. She insisted that they keep the Queen and King company while she prepares for the birth of her children.
“Cia. Is it really necessary that we see Nesta? I’m sure she and Cassian are busy with preparing for the babies and the approaching Blood Rites.”
She smacked his arm, “Yes, it is necessary. She was there for your birth now you will be there for the our cousins’ births.”
“The twins don’t have to go.” he accused. Adara and Fia, his twin sisters.
“That’s because they are helping Father prepare for the Equinox. Besides, Nesta has had a difficult pregnancy and with your healing abilities, it’s right for you to be here.”
He sighed. True.
“Oh come on, Ash.” she crowed, “ It’s time to put you to use. Unless the rumors of you being nothing but pretty hair and reckless decisions are true.”
He pointed at her, “that is a lie, sister. I am plenty useful.”
She walked ahead of him and he said, “Careful,” just as she tripped over a loose branch, nearly falling on her face. He ‘saw’ the branch and knowing his clumsy sister, she would fall on her face. And he was right.
Dacia put her hands in front of her, blocking the fall before she hit the ground. Looking back at her brother she glared, “Thanks for the warning, Ash.”
He gave her a large grin and shrugged, “I told you to be careful.”
The guard at the door bowed, “ Lord. High Lady.”
Ash folded his arms, “Is Bay here?”
“Yes, he’s most likely sparring with the King, preparing for the Blood Rite. Would you like me to alert them?”
Baylor was Ash’s best friend. He was very different from her brother. Where Ash was sharp tongued and hotheaded, Baylor had a quiet anger and a desire to read. Ranting on about book characters and stories about faraway places.
Ash shook his head, “No, let him prepare. I need to go say hello to my favorite Aunt.”
Dacia elbowed him, “Don’t let Feyre hear you say that.”
Ash rolled his eyes, “Come on.”
Dacia flipped back her hair and led the way.
Nesta washed her face, letting the water cool the heat in her face.
She looked up into the mirror. Ash was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. The usual smirk was replaced with a grim line.
He narrowed his eyes, pushing off the frame and sauntered over, taking her face into his hands, the sharp tang of magic hit her nose as he placed the back of his hand on her forehead, “You’re ill. How long have you had a fever?”
She glared at the sharpness in his voice, “Since this morning.”
“You are going to bed, right now. I don’t care if you are queen or can roast me from inside out. You are going to listen to me or else you’ll end up having your babies two months early. Understood?”