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Among wild lavender and hibiscus, Bridget rocked baby Heather beneath a flowering archway—barefoot, calm, humming.

Morrigan stood at the edge, frozen. Watching.

Morrigan: “You gave me midwifery.” Bridget: “Because you didn’t ask for it. And because I’ve seen how you hold her.”

She didn’t mean politics. Or posture. She meant Heather. The baby. The softness Morrigan tried so hard to hide. Morrigan (quietly): “I’ve always wanted children. But I can’t. Not with who my father is. He’ll take them. Use them. Break them.” Bridget: “He won’t. Not while I’m breathing.” A long silence. Then—Bridget offered her Heather. And Morrigan took her. Held her. Let herself feel something real. Morrigan (whispered): “I won’t let him touch her.” Bridget: “I know.” And for the first time in a long time, beneath sun-dappled leaves and the hush of bees, Morrigan allowed herself to hope. Just a little.

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River nodded, grabbing the umbrella they had by the door, walking outside walking around the general area, calling out for his sunlight. He could sense the sadness through their heartlight, he had just been so into his own mind earlier that he had just seen it as his own. After walking about for a bit, he noticed a telltale, but luckily not that often seen deep blue light from a small hidden spot he knew his sunlight liked, and was also where they dried their laundry. River: You know… I think we will have to redo the laundry. He smiled softly at Lucas, who was already soaking wet from the rain, a strong dark blue glow around him which of course was why there was rain and thunder on an otherwise sunny winter day. 

River: I know it hurts.

Sitting down next to his sunlight, he makes sure they're both under the umbrella, even though Lucas was already drenched. River: And we have been expecting it for a while. Lucas: I know.. But to not see her again… The thunder that rumbled across the sky had River lift his head for a second or two, hoping it wouldn't scare the other animals too much. 

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The lights were beautiful, and Sirena stood in awe of them even after almost a dozen sightings.

It was a familiar dance. They would whir above, the creatures in Their strange, metal ship. A hatch would open underneath, and a light would beam down. Within that light would be her gift, one that rarely disappointed.

And this moon’s specimen was perfect: broad, tall, with a full beard and a disheveled outfit.

She caught the stranger as he collapsed forward and lowered him to the ground. “I got you,” she murmured, “you’re fine. I got you.”

“Where–where am I?” His voice rumbled from his chest, but despite the depth it was boyish–innocent even.

“You’re home,” Sirena smiled. Her teeth gleamed, and he shuddered.

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ROYALS RELEASE OFFICIAL PORTRAITS AHEAD OF PRINCESS ISADORA’S 21ST BIRTHDAY GALA

Social media blew up today after the Tartosa Royals official social channels posted a portrait of the family of four. The portrait has been published ahead of Princess Isadora’s 21st birthday gala. The glitz and the glamour will be in full swing tonight, but for now let’s have a look at the royals outfits and accessories.

Above: Crown Princess Isadora looking regal in a pink lace gown, and the Tartosa Tiara. 

Royal watchers have been looking forward to the birthday gala for sometime now. They’ve started polls and discussions on what tiara might come out the vault for this special occasion. Many speculated that Isadora would wear an antique tiara from the vaults. It seems that was true! She brought out the coveted Tartosa Tiara. Once worn by the first Queen of Tartosa, over two hundred years ago. It’s a gorgeous tiara to be her first tiara.

Above: Princess Helena in a heavenly pearl and pink dress, with pink Tartosa Rose in her hair. 

Isadora’s sister also looked radiant in the portrait. We don’t usually see the sporty princess in a dress, but with any royal event, she knows how to dress up for the event! Unlike her sister, Helena didn’t wear a tiara. As many royal watchers know, this is due to the age limit when wearing one. Helena is currently nineteen, so just slightly too young for her first tiara. Instead we see her don the Tartosa Rose headband. It definitely pulls the look together!  

Above: King Evander and his wife, Queen Consort Evie

The looks don’t stop at Princess Helena. The King and Queen also dressed to the tens. Queen Consort Evie wore a gorgeous lime green lace dress, and wore her wedding tiara. One of her favourites that she is seen wearing more and more as she gets older. Royal insiders claim that the tiara is very light weight, so that’s why the Queen Consort loves to wear it. Evie is also wearing a diamond necklace to finish the look. 

Back in time: The then Crown Prince Evander and his new wife, Evie Millingdon. 

Joël and Anita leave Bridgeport at 4 am for the eleven hour drive to Appaloosa Plains. Anita drives for the first three hours, then Joël  takes over and Anita dozes between toilet stops. She has never been to Joël’s hometown before. The name would suggest somewhere flat and uninteresting, so when she wakes up around 2 pm she is surprised by the hills and valleys of the surrounding countryside. The sky is pale aqua, much further away than it is in Bridgeport. The golden light and the rich green of the grass make her feel as if she has been transported to some bucolic landscape painting. 

"We're about half an hour away," says Joël. "You can just see the outskirts of he town over the tops of those trees." "It looks really pretty," says Anita. "You want to grab some lunch and then go to the hospital?" says Joël. "Okay. I need to pee again too," says Anita. "That's a given," says Joël. "What do you feel like eating?" "I'm fine with a toasted sandwich or something," says Anita. Joël's phone rings. He presses the Bluetooth button on the dash screen to answer it. There is no caller ID, it just says 'incoming call'.

"Hello?" he says.

There is a pause. Anita's silhouette seems to sharpen.