My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape
Just when you think you have it figured out
Something new begins to take
What strangе claws are these scratching at my skin
I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
-Florence + the Machine - King
She had tucked herself away in a small den separate from the rest as she labored away. Each contraction grew stronger than the last and brought her to tears as she contemplated her life and how she had reached this point. Enera had been a blessing, a beautiful pacifistic girl who had given her so much light. She trusted the children she bore this time would be similar. She hoped for them to have that light inside of them that she treasured so much in their oldest.
A part of her knew something was wrong. The weakness that flooded her body with the birth of her first child. Licking her clean as she nestled her against her stomach. Her heart raced in her chest as the blood started to pool in an unnatural manner. With it, came the birth of her second child. Almost immediately after the eldest, a lookalike appeared and similarly, despite her weakness and the way her head started to feel lighter, she licked until cries rose unsteadily and nestled her against her stomach.
She was hemorrhaging in a way that no amount of herbs or healing expertise could possibly heal. The light etched around her vision and tears flooded her eyes as she started to see them appearing in front of her. “Adonya. Sovanya.” The names of the twins nursing from her belly slipped her lips softly, hoping someone would hear the name so they knew who her daughters were before she slowly slipped away.
The misplaced princess fell, spirit rising in her chest as she finally found the peace she had been searching for in life for so long, in death.