Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-11457306-20140914064940

Torene washed up in her chambers and changed into a clean gown, trying to decide whether to speak with Makoru first or go speak with Cathal first. If she thought she could get away with it, she wouldn't tell him how Brighid got there. He would probably question her though. Ultimately she decided to go speak with Cathal and say nothing to Makoru unless he asked. He generally left the details of the care of the children and the day to day running of the household to her. He was too busy with the affairs of state to pay much attention. He was looking very worn lately. Worn and worried. She stood at the window for a moment, looking out at the green landscape and tree covered hills around the city, beyond the walls toward Skyrim. She found herself longing, like Peri, for her homeland--and a simpler life. It was wonderful to finally be able to settle down with Makoru and raise a family, but she had imagined something different, not life in the Imperial City with Makoru as the Emperor.

Finally she turned toward the door. It was time to speak with her recalcitrant son. As she put her hand on the doorknob, a wave of nausea passed over her and she stopped, bracing herself against the door until it passed. It didn't pass.

She yanked the door open and ran for the privy. She'd already suspected, but gods--was she really with child again? After so many years?

The guards watched in surprise and concern as she raced past them. One of them decided he would go inform the Emperor of his wife's strange behavior.