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“Pregnant!?” Queen C’yra squeals in delight. Truth be told, Catra had never seen her mother act in such a manner. In an instant, clawed hands were resting over her small bump.
“Mother!” Catra giggled at the probing hands, “You’re excited.” She fought through giggles and watched as her mother and father sent each other knowing looks. Then the realization hit her, “How long have you two known!?”
King C’yris bellowed out a laugh, “When was it, C’yra? At the dinner, with the wine?”
The Queen smirked, thumbs rubbing over the bump, “My Love, your nose never was your strong feature. I knew the moment she walked out of the carriage.”
Adora shook her head, “You two knew the entire time?”
“You two knew the entire time?” Catra echoed, “Why didn’t you tell us?!”
Her mother shrugged, “Wasn’t our place, Kitten. We figured you two would know when it was time for you to know. Of course, we didn’t expect for it to take quite so long...”
“You’ve known since before the tournament…” Adora whispered, “Oh man, that’s a long time.”
Catra rolled her eyes, “Yes, Love. That IS a long time.” She turned her gaze towards her mother, eyes narrowed, “You two are ridiculous.” Catra raised her hands, “Is there anything else I should know?”
Her mother tapped her hands together, “We had a nursery built two weeks ago….” Catra stared at her mother in disbelief, “Oh, close your mouth, darling. It is unbecoming of a Queen.”
Catra flopped down into a nearby chair, “Unbecoming, it is unbecoming of a mother to keep such secrets.” Her mother smiled coyly in response.
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It was a quiet ride while departing from Halfmoon. The field grains flowed with the light summer breeze, waves of gold bidding them farewell. Adora sat there, her wife’s small- yet plump belly, resting in her palms. “C’yrus.” She mumbled out. She watched as her wife’s ear lazily tilted.
“My lord?” The feline questioned, dragging her nails lightly over her wife’s hand.
Adora nuzzled closer, “C’yrus, after your father. A play on C’yris if you will.”
Catra chuckled, “You do know that’s not his real name? It’s a title name, dork.”
Adora hummed, “Yes, but you refuse to tell me his real name!”
Catra turned towards the blonde, fangs on display through her upturned grin, “That is because I do not know it.”
Adora pinched a fang between her fingers, “Liar!” She chastised softly, “You are the Queen of lies.”
“Not true! I am the Queen of Eternia. And besides, I really don’t know. C’yra and C’yris are royal titles to the crowned King and Queen- no other names apply.”
Adora grinned, “Well he’ll be the crowned prince.”
Catra giggled, swatting her tail near the blonde’s face, “It’s a girl.” She enunciated while tapping Adora on the nose.
“No, it’s a boy. A prince, a future king.”
“Adora, my love. Regardless, of the gender- which she is a girl. Why name the baby after my family? Surely, there’s someone close to you that you’d take inspiration from?”
Adora barked out a laugh, “Sure, we can name him Weaver if that’s what you mean. OH! Or maybe Hordak!?”
Catra frowned, “You are many things, My Lord, but funny is not one of them.”
Adora grinned, that goofy little grin that always seemed to melt Catra’s heart, “I am indeed funny, but to answer your question. No. Your father, your family is the closest I have to one of my own.”
Catra squeezed the hands resting on her, pushing Adora’s palms firmly into her belly, “Not for long.”
Adora’s grin doubled in size, “Not for long.” Adora pondered for a moment, “You do realize your parents have secured a nursery and we are without one. Scandalous.”
Catra lazily stretched, slowly crawling her way into Adora’s lap, “Scandalous indeed, My Lord. How ever should you rectify it?”
“We could turn your old estate into a nursery?”
Catra frowned, lightly flexing her nails into the pale flesh below, “You want our child to be in a private room that is 10 minutes out of reach?”
“Perhaps not?” Adora offered sheepishly.
“Perhaps not.”
“We could move the war room elsewhere!” Adora offered excitedly.
“Where would you move it?”
“We could turn your old estate into the new council area. It makes perfect sense. There are already two thrones in there, we’d have to renovate them a bit, two rooms, one a study, one a war room. It won’t be in the heart of our castle, our child will be.”
Catra smiled, “So our room stays, war room turns into a nursery, throne room turns into what exactly?”
“A private living quarter. A place that is well-guarded from the outside. He can have whatever he wants in there. We can turn some of the abandoned dorm rooms into a library; bring more culture to our kingdom for our little prince.”
“Princess, but yes.” Catra laid a chaste kiss on Adora’s lips, “You almost sound brilliant.”
Adora chuckled, “I’ll take that as a -” A loud thud and the abrupt halting of the carriage stopped Adora mid-sentence. She jolted forward and caught her wife. “Are you alright?”
Catra’s eyes widened. “Yes. What’s happened?”
Adora slightly lifted one of the carriage drapes. She scanned the nearby area for any sign of trouble or distress, it seemed clear. Adora couldn’t make out any sign of struggle. She pointed to her ears and looked at Catra expectantly, the feline shook her head. No sounds of distress, nothing out of the ordinary. Adora leaned her head out of the carriage-
WOOSH!
The blonde hurriedly snapped her head into cover. Her widened eyes relaxed at the sigh of nothing more than a mere horse, eagerly pulling along bales of wheat. The owner was giving a sheepish wave in their direction. A voice finally broke through the tense silence, “My Queens!? Are you alright?”
Catra’s eyes widened in horror as her head swiveled between the direction of the door and back towards Adora, but Adora seemed calm, oblivious as she angrily answered “Yes, we’re fine. Why the sudden stop?”
He halted in speech for a moment, “It was a- a loose trade caravan. The farmer lost control of his horse.. Is the Queen’s baby okay?”
Adora looked at Catra, “Is the baby okay?”
“Adora!” Catra seethed, nails clawed into the seat.
“What?”
“My Queen? The baby?” The footman called again.
Adora’s eyes widened in realization as the carriage began to glow a fluorescent blue, a rush of panicked slurs filled the air as Shera busted through the carriage door, her sword already poised for the kill. It took little effort before she impaled the false footman. His blood steamed down to the hilt of her sword that was currently buried in his chest. She looked around, taking in the scene before her. Her three guards, the carriage driver, and her footman were all slain and scattered.
Her brows narrowed as she sent a heated glare at the two men now occupying the driver’s seat of her carriage. “Who are you?”
The man on the edge of her sword laughed, his blood sputtering onto her face. He reached into his pocket, “For Mercier!” He gurgled out as he slammed a red disk of some sort onto the blue jewel adorning Adora’s blade.
At his words, 3 other men sprinted forward from the tall waves of grain, sword in hand as they rushed towards Shera. Shera bellowed out in pain, red veins forming throughout her body. She hastily grabbed the carriage door, slamming it back into place. “Catra! Stay in the carriage!” She grunted out between pained moans that turned into manic, cackling laughter. Shera grabbed her face, her vision blurring as a white-hot burning sensation took hold of her body.
Catra watched in horror. Her wife’s body had pulsating red veins, and her eyes were red as well. Adora had the look of an absolute blood-thirsty maniac. She watched as the men rushed her wife. Their sword clashed into a laughing Shera, She watched as the blonde raised her sword above her head and in one short motion, she sliced a man in half.
One man shrieked, “The witch said this would make her weaker!” Another shouted in terror, “She’s killed Seviathan!”
Shera's manic cackle struck through again as she slammed towards another man, her thundering stomps sent the man in a panic. He dropped to his knees, “Please! Please, we didn’t-” A sword found purchase through his open mouth down to his gut. Catra's eyes widened in horror as her wife pulled the drenched sword from his throat. It was an evil smile, something that sent every hair Catra had up. “Adora!” She called out.
Her wife halted mid-stride towards her next victim. She watched those beautiful blue eyes sparkle for just a moment and then down to the sword in worry, but in a flash, bright red took over once again. A man went fleeing in a full sprint, and then suddenly, he wasn’t. His body lay bloody with a sword firmly planted into his back. Shera had thrown the sword into him like a spear and then, in another instant, it was teleported back into her hand.
Catra tugged at the carriage door, begging for it to open, but Shera had sinched the door to the carriage. “Adora!” Catra watched in a panic as her wife slain multiple men. There was one left standing, he couldn't be older than 15. “Adora, NO!”
Her wife wasn’t stopping. He held up a tiny dagger in defense, “I didn’t know what this mission was! My uncle just took me here with him! Please, Lord Adora! I didn’t know!” He begged out between tears. Adora’s face gained a sickly sweet smirk.
Catra frantically looked for an exit, the top. The top had a large canopy covering the exit but more than big enough to wiggle her agile form through. In seconds she was pushing through and blazing towards her wife. She pushed herself in front of the teen. “Adora! He is a child!"
Adora’s eyes went soft and then turned mirthful. A sneer covered her face as she raised her hand. Catra’s eyes widened and her world went quiet, all except the thundering crack that swept through the air and the sound of her body crashing into the carriage. Shera stood there, attention no longer focused on the boy. Her sneer turned more sinister with every step she took towards the carriage. There were no words, just animalistic breaths, and grunts as she summoned her sword back in hand.
“Adora, C’yrus is a good name! It’s a great name!” Shera halted her advancement, just a few steps away. Catra watched the display of emotions sweep over her lover’s face. “That’s right, Adora. Our little prince, he’ll be just as charming as you. I hope he has that same goofy grin you have.” Shera’s hands twitched around the handle. Catra watched every movement. Her wife’s finger tapped twice on the handle and Catra followed where it pointed. The disk. The disk!
Shera groaned and began to raise her sword again, Catra surged forward, sealing her lips to her lover’s. She embraced Shera’s large body tightly and the woman stuttered just enough for Catra to rip her nails through the disk. She shredded through the material and slung it away from her wife. Immediately the large body shifted and slumped forward. Adora’s body was heavy. She gingerly set her wife’s body on the ground. Her own body pounding in pain and irritation. “Fuck!” She sat down herself this time. The young boy’s eyes were trained on her, “What!?” She snapped.
“Are you, are you okay?”
She eyed him wearily, a small chirp sounded from his trousers. “Is that a communicator?"
He nodded before pulling it out, “My girlfriend…” He replied dumbly. Catra rose to her feet and snatched the device from the younger man.
“Call Queen Glimmer.” The machine beeped, “Call Queen Glimmer!”
“Call Brightmoon.” The boy mumbled out, “I don’t have Queen Glimmer saved as a contact.”
**Calling The Kingdom of Brightmoon**
“Hello, Brightmoon Royal secretary- OH! Queen Catrina? My heavens! Are you okay?”
“Get Queen Glimmer on the line” She eyed the boy again, then the dead men. Salineas men. “And have a meeting with Princess Mermista and the rest of the Princess Alliance scheduled IMMEDIATELY!”
“Yes, Your Grace!”
Catra sighed and sat beside her wife. She pulled the woman’s head into her lap and stroked the bloodied blonde hair. Her wife might have healed her physical wounds already, but there was no doubt in Catra’s mind- the mental ones would be hard to overcome after this event. She placed her hand on her stomach and prayed. She prayed to Mara, she prayed to whatever divine being she could think of and then, the faintest, smallest kick hit her hand.
She sighed, maybe everything will be alright.