“You bore your second child?”
“A beautiful baby girl.” The young woman’s body shook. “She was just minutes old. The guards . . . slaughtered her.” She gulped back tears.
“The midwife told me it was my own fault for having had a girl and that the next time, if I wanted to see my child survive, I’d best bear a son.”
Nina was quiet for a minute, lost in her thoughts. “A year or so passed,” she finally said.
She took another taste of her wine. “Shortly before I became pregnant for the third time, I was chosen to attend a special event in honor of some of Zarek’s prized soldiers.” She closed her eyes and lost herself in her story.
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