Valka.
Present. (Before the war)
I bump my knee up and down, gripping either sides of Tristan’s torso as he coos happily, gnawing off the head of a toy with his tiny fangs.
Evadne holds Drustan, who keeps reaching for her breasts, slapping at them excitedly, having recognized something that looks like his feeding jar. Jessa’s somewhere, probably attached to Lucien’s back, and Asterin is seated on the floor at the centre of the the chamber, poring over a chess-game set.
He’s been staring at it all afternoon. He seems particularly obsessed with the figurine of the Pawn. He’s only three, but he’s found all the different, interesting ways that a pawn might be sacrificed or promoted, only to be sacrificed again.
All these he learned by watching Lucien play once. And now, even Lucien cannot outsmart him. Everyone calls him a prodigee at his young age. They say he’ll go on to do great things. But that has never been in question or ’the question’.
What bothers me is how quickly he conquers things and thrashes them the minute they sate his curiosity. And how, of all four of my children, he is Margot’s favourite.
Eva laughs, drawing my attention back to her blue eyes twinkling. "I’ve been thinking." She shoots a look over at the door. Sebastian never strays too far. Wherever Eva goes, he goes.
When they both initially arrived back at the castle, she complained every second about how he just wouldn’t leave. She kept trying to kill him off. And when that didn’t work, she began giving him the most arduous, aggravating and disgusting tasks to accomplish, since he had sworn himself into service of her to escape being killed by Lucien.
On some days, he washes her underthings. Other days, he cleans horseshit off her shoes. Of course, he had no idea she kept walking into horseshit on purpose, just so he had to do it every single morning. That’s what the servants were for, but Evadne refused to let anyone else touch her things except him.
He thought, for some reason, that it made him special. I simply thought he was a fool.
"I didn’t realize I would love children so much," she continues. "I’m thinking of having mine."
I stare at her blankly. "You’re joking." But her grin only spreads. "I know you think their poo smells like warm milk, but I assure you it gets worse after the first seven months. I thought I was going mad the first year--no. I am certain I went mad. The only reason I’m still sane is because Luke is unbelievably good with them."
Evadne tosses me a sharp look. "That’s because there are four of them. I just want one. A little best friend for Jessa, with big brothers to take care of my little bun, don’t you think?"
"Your perky little breasts will swell and sag."

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