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Verloren lay on her stomach, arms beneath her large pillow, body bare under the sheer silken sheets. The vial sat empty on her nightstand. Avalon had left only a few minutes ago. Perhaps he wasn't ready to be a father but...Gods, he was over 500 years old! Shivering, she pulled the sheets tighter around herself. The sweat that had covered her moments ago had evaporated away to leave her cool and without a man to keep her warm. Bloody dragon...sighing, Verloren pulled herself from bed and dug out a scarlet silk robe and matching slippers made from the best wool. Running a brush through her messed hair to hide her previous actions, she stole out of her room and wandered her estates corridors, eyes cast to the ground, thinking about the child that was now growing inside her.
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