(Draven)
Draven reached out and took her hand, "Khada.? Do you know what caused the deaths?? I am sorry for your losses.? I know you mentioned to me before losing children, but I never asked.? I am asking now to see if there is anything we can do to help..." He paused, he didn't know if he should say more.? "If you, we are with child, what can we do to help them want to stay?" He asked a little bit of tears in his own eyes.

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Khadashee

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Khadashee felt the beginning of tears begin to run down her cheeks. She grabbed at his hand. But never looked up to meet his eyes. Her voice still quiet as she said. “My body could not handle it. First I was sick. Always so sick. I could not keep food down and all I wanted to do was sleep. I would get very dizzy and hot and I couldn’t seemed to breathe. With my first son, I fell while on a walk and started to bleed. With my second. I began to bleed while using the chamber pot. They tried making me stay in the bed, hoping that would help, but with both my sons I never felt them move. And the healer never heard a heartbeat. With my daughter we tired really hard to make sure she lived. I was never allowed to leave the bed. But I still bled. When she was born we both almost died. She was so small. She died in my arms.” He voice broke and she sobbed for a few moments. Soft quiet sobs.

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“They all started to hate me then. The kingdom, Everyone.” At his words she looked at them. “They don’t.” She whispered tears still clouding her green eyes. “They do not want to stay with me. I am not fit…My body is not fit for children. That is what I was told. The healer said it would just be an abomination is we continued to try. Bakari stopped sleeping with me, being with me, wanting to be near me. I was alone. And he hated me because I would never be able to give him an heir.”

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She looked down them. “Soon you will come to hate me too.”