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I awoke to find myself in my bed, surrounded by Fiorenzia, Tru, Ellyn and Mahli.

“Ah. You are awake at last!” said Fiorenzia.

“How is Suthi?”

“She gave birth to a healthy baby boy four hours ago. I take it that it is all thanks to you that both are alive and well. When you are well and rested, you are going to have to tell me how exactly you accomplished enlarging her pelvis without breaking any of her bones. That was well done, Patra. You did save their lives.

“However, you do seem to do your heroics at the cost of your own health. You have to think of yourself, Patra, and of your unborn baby too. You could have just as easily miscarried this child as you did the last time you overused your powers. Orlando gave you orders not to use your crown without him being there, which you disobeyed. He is not going to be happy with you, when he finds out.”

“My baby is all right? I didn’t harm him, did I?” I asked anxiously.

“Yes, he is fine. He is doing precisely what a sixteen week old fetus should be doing. But you did not think about him before you acted, did you? Patra, you are a wonderful person. You are so caring of others that you frequently do things without thinking of the consequences, especially for yourself. There are times when I wish you valued yourself more highly. But I suppose that is just who you are and why everyone loves you so much.

“My orders for you now are as usual. Lots of rest. Eat more. Get plenty of sleep. Do not touch your crown unless you wish to lose this baby also!”

“Yes, ma’am” was all that I could say.

After Fiorenzia left room and my maids went about their usual business, Tru sat down next to me. He took my hand in his. “Thank you, Patra. Despite what Fiorenzia said, I appreciate the courage and sacrifice you made to save Suthi’s life and that of her baby. This family has already seen too much death lately.

I looked at Tru. I guess I was more exhausted than I thought I was, but he seemed to have a silvery-white glow about him. I blinked and it disappeared.

“I don’t know why I am saying this to you now. I know that this is way too soon to be telling you this, but I feel compelled to do so. I have to say this to you, my dear Patra. It is the truth. I love you. I love you with all my heart and soul. And just as I love Anya, I will love you until the day that I die. No matter how you feel about me, this is how I feel about you. I just hope and ask if it is possible that, one day, you will learn to love me in return.” Tru then kissed my hand fervently, before he got up and left my room.

I laid back in my bed astounded and unable to fathom what had just happened. As my poor tired brain and my battered emotions were trying to process everything, again I saw the silvery-white glow which surrounded me. When it disappeared, I realized how much I loved Tru. I loved him, not as a child loves a parent, but as a woman loves a man. He started to dominate my thoughts. I thought of all the wonderful things about him. All the wonderful things he had done for me. All the beautiful things he had done for my children and how much they loved him in return. I even compared him to my Donal and I found so many similarities that I felt astounded that I had not noticed them before. They were like two peas in a pod. Even though Tru was much older, his was only chronological age, not physical age. His body looked much younger than he was actually, because he kept himself in shape at all times. Both of them looked alike, their body types and heights were alike. They both had lean, well-muscled bodies. They even smelled alike. The main difference between them was personality.

This all confused me no end. How could I love Tru and also love my Donal? I didn’t know the answer, but I know that I still loved Donal as much as I always did, and yet I loved Tru.

I tried to find solace in sleep, but my dreams were no help. I had several very erotic dreams where Tru was making love to me. They were such realistic dreams that, when they woke me up, I felt my body ache in desire and need. But my next dream was the most disturbing. I dreamt that the ghoddess, Deivė and her daughter, Dailė, had come into my room and were looking down at me while I was asleep.

“How could you, mother?” Dailė asked indignantly.

“Because I can. Because I think that this is a fitting punishment for her.” Deivė replied. “I find it most satisfactory to see her, a young vibrant woman, yearning in lust for an old man.”

“Mother! You are so cruel! She was only blasphemous because she was in shock, having just found the body of her beloved husband. She instantly repented. She didn’t really mean what she said, and you know it!” Dailė exclaimed.

“Nevertheless, she said it and deserves punishment. I will not change what I have done.” Deivė said firmly.

“Well, I don’t like what you have done. I know that I cannot undo it, but I will amend it. As of this moment, whenever they make love, he will become younger and stronger. Their love will undo the affects of his age, until he reaches the age of thirty-two; the age his grandson was when he died. There! It is done. You will find that you cannot undo it, Mother!” Dailė retorted defiantly.

Deivė looked angrily at her daughter and Dailė returned her gaze. Eventually, Deivė backed down. She smiled at her daughter and said, “I cannot stay angry with you. It will remain as you amended it.”

I woke up feeling just as confused as ever. Was that a dream? Was that a figment of my tortured imagination? If it wasn’t, why was I allowed a glimpse of the ghoddesses unknowingly? The only thing that I realized from that dream was that Tru’s declaration and my sudden feelings for him were part of the geis that Deivė had placed on me. I felt sad. I felt punished. I felt so helpless and incapable of deciding my own fate. I was a pawn of the ghods and I didn’t like that.

But my last dream that night gave me the most comfort. I dreamt that Donal and I were with the children. We were having a picnic in a meadow. The children were having fun, enjoying the beautiful day and the beautiful surroundings. When they started playing a game and were oblivious to everything else, Donal dragged me into some nearby bushes. There he undressed me and made sweet, sweet love to me. As he did so, he kept telling me how much he loved me and how much he wanted me, over and over again. Just before he finished,, he asked, “Patra, let’s make another baby? I love watching my babies grow inside of you. You are at your most beautiful with you are great with child. Please say you will?” As I reached the pinnacle of my ecstasy, I cried out, “Yes, Tru, yes! I will do anything to please you!”