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Featuring Princess BóAnn and Lord Owain
Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore

Part Two:
The pale doe laid alone in the Glenwood near the Great Oak which stood in shambles. She tucked her legs under herself and laid her head down on the icy ground. Looking at the Great Oak, struck down, now only a unrecognizable stump. She blamed herself. Óganach was angry, he was angry with her for betraying her king and producing a forbidden, tainted fawn. She hated herself, Drustan hated her, Jackdaw hated her, and knew others would hate her if they knew, She couldn’t blame them. She couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up in her blue eyes. She needed to make it right and the right thing was to have her secret told. She couldn’t do that. She would risk her son’s life, Drustan’s life, Jackdaw’s life. If she could be punished and be the only one to suffer, she would have confessed immediately. But she could not.
Other more sinister ideas have been floating through her mind. She could speak to an herbalist, perhaps she could take something to end the pregnancy. The thought of ending the life that was growing inside of her, a fawn that was brought to her from love, a part of her and a part of Jack, was too much for her to bear. The tears poured from her eyes. She was alone in this. Drustan refused to speak to her. She couldn’t blame him, she had done something that was unspeakable. Besides, he now had a new princess to take up his time. A princess that deserved the title. Jackdaw had tried his best to ignore her, acting as if she weren’t there when they were around each other for public events. He wouldn’t come to her in their meadow when she asked for him. Guards always kept an eye on her now, even as she wept here in the frozen grass, they weren’t far away. Always surrounded but still completely alone.
She heard the ice crunching under another’s feet. She would normally try to present herself in a more dignified manner but her emotional stability had leapt off a cliff and couldn’t bring herself to care who saw her in this state. Her mother would be horrified. The footsteps grew closer until they were in front of her, she didn’t have to look up to tell who it was. “BóAnn,” her father’s voice broke the silence, “You- I-” The proud stag had never had any problem deciding what to say or how to say it, but the sight of his youngest daughter laying lifeless on the cold ground gave him reason to pause.
“Look at me.” He finally demanded.
Reluctantly she lifted her head, staring at him lifeless, “My daughter. I know a great tragedy has fallen on the kingdom but we must all be strong. We can not give up now. The kingdom needs your light, your king and son need you.”
She laid her head back down, “I can not be strong. I am the one to blame for this.” She broke down, her guilt had been eating away at her for weeks now.
"How could you possibly be to blame for this? You are a princess who has given your king a son, an heir. Now you are in fawn with a second heir or princess to be married to a prince or royal. Your children will bring strength to this kingdom.”
She couldn’t hold back to words that came flying out of her mouth, like a poison, it escaped her, “The fawn I am carrying is not the kings… It is illegitimate. An abomination.” She immediately felt relief and dread at the same time, like slapping cool aloe vera to a burn only to be burned once more.
The golden stag stepped back and glared at her for a moment before speaking, “What do you mean? How could it not be-” He paused as the realization of his daughter’s crime came to him. Horror rushed through his mind. What if someone found out? He knew what this would mean for his daughter, for her unborn child and the young prince. He hadn't been happy with his daughter's betrothal to the pale king, only happy that his mate found contentment in the idea, and had been having more doubts considering recent events but that were not reason for his daughter, the only one he still had, to do this. He finally spoke, “How could you do this Bó? You know the punishment for such a crime. Who is the father? Does Drustan know?”
She stood carefully, “He knows. He has chosen to avoid my punishment, at least for now. The father is a guard, I thought I loved him. It was stupid. I was stupid. Óganach is angry with what I have done and is punishing the herd because of it. I must be punished for this. Óganach clearly wishes it.”
“You can not tell anyone. What would they do to Raeghan? He would be tainted, you must not tell anyone.” Owain demanded.
“Father, I don’t know what to do. If the fawn is born a colt, he will be sure to look like his father. The herd will know. We will all be punished anyways.” She broke down again.
The golden stag sighed and approached his daughter, “We will figure this out together. Do not worry. You are not alone.”
She did not answer, she could not. She just broke down and cried at her father’s feet.

Word Count: 915

The Flames Rise Higher|Part OneFeaturing Princess BoAnn and Lord Owain
Mentions of Princess Fenella, King Drustan, Prince Raeghan, and Princess Fionnuala.
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore
Part One:
A single flash of bright white then all around her was darkness, the sound of screams frightened her. She couldn't do anything, she was stuck in place. She tried to run but her legs did not carry her. Suddenly, the flames surged around her out of the darkness, engulfing her but they did not feel hot, they did not burn. The flames were chilled, cold. A chill ran through her and she couldn't breathe. The darkness returned suffocating her, she panicked for a breath, begged Óganach for her life, but there was only the darkness.
Waking in a cold sweat, the pale doe jerked herself awake. The feeling of being sufficiently left her breathless, she panted trying to compose herself. &

Description
Featuring Princess BóAnn and Lord Owain
Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore

Part Two:
The pale doe laid alone in the Glenwood near the Great Oak which stood in shambles. She tucked her legs under herself and laid her head down on the icy ground. Looking at the Great Oak, struck down, now only a unrecognizable stump. She blamed herself. Óganach was angry, he was angry with her for betraying her king and producing a forbidden, tainted fawn. She hated herself, Drustan hated her, Jackdaw hated her, and knew others would hate her if they knew, She couldn’t blame them. She couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up in her blue eyes. She needed to make it right and the right thing was to have her secret told. She couldn’t do that. She would risk her son’s life, Drustan’s life, Jackdaw’s life. If she could be punished and be the only one to suffer, she would have confessed immediately. But she could not.
Other more sinister ideas have been floating through her mind. She could speak to an herbalist, perhaps she could take something to end the pregnancy. The thought of ending the life that was growing inside of her, a fawn that was brought to her from love, a part of her and a part of Jack, was too much for her to bear. The tears poured from her eyes. She was alone in this. Drustan refused to speak to her. She couldn’t blame him, she had done something that was unspeakable. Besides, he now had a new princess to take up his time. A princess that deserved the title. Jackdaw had tried his best to ignore her, acting as if she weren’t there when they were around each other for public events. He wouldn’t come to her in their meadow when she asked for him. Guards always kept an eye on her now, even as she wept here in the frozen grass, they weren’t far away. Always surrounded but still completely alone.
She heard the ice crunching under another’s feet. She would normally try to present herself in a more dignified manner but her emotional stability had leapt off a cliff and couldn’t bring herself to care who saw her in this state. Her mother would be horrified. The footsteps grew closer until they were in front of her, she didn’t have to look up to tell who it was. “BóAnn,” her father’s voice broke the silence, “You- I-” The proud stag had never had any problem deciding what to say or how to say it, but the sight of his youngest daughter laying lifeless on the cold ground gave him reason to pause.
“Look at me.” He finally demanded.
Reluctantly she lifted her head, staring at him lifeless, “My daughter. I know a great tragedy has fallen on the kingdom but we must all be strong. We can not give up now. The kingdom needs your light, your king and son need you.”
She laid her head back down, “I can not be strong. I am the one to blame for this.” She broke down, her guilt had been eating away at her for weeks now.
"How could you possibly be to blame for this? You are a princess who has given your king a son, an heir. Now you are in fawn with a second heir or princess to be married to a prince or royal. Your children will bring strength to this kingdom.”
She couldn’t hold back to words that came flying out of her mouth, like a poison, it escaped her, “The fawn I am carrying is not the kings… It is illegitimate. An abomination.” She immediately felt relief and dread at the same time, like slapping cool aloe vera to a burn only to be burned once more.
The golden stag stepped back and glared at her for a moment before speaking, “What do you mean? How could it not be-” He paused as the realization of his daughter’s crime came to him. Horror rushed through his mind. What if someone found out? He knew what this would mean for his daughter, for her unborn child and the young prince. He hadn't been happy with his daughter's betrothal to the pale king, only happy that his mate found contentment in the idea, and had been having more doubts considering recent events but that were not reason for his daughter, the only one he still had, to do this. He finally spoke, “How could you do this Bó? You know the punishment for such a crime. Who is the father? Does Drustan know?”
She stood carefully, “He knows. He has chosen to avoid my punishment, at least for now. The father is a guard, I thought I loved him. It was stupid. I was stupid. Óganach is angry with what I have done and is punishing the herd because of it. I must be punished for this. Óganach clearly wishes it.”
“You can not tell anyone. What would they do to Raeghan? He would be tainted, you must not tell anyone.” Owain demanded.
“Father, I don’t know what to do. If the fawn is born a colt, he will be sure to look like his father. The herd will know. We will all be punished anyways.” She broke down again.
The golden stag sighed and approached his daughter, “We will figure this out together. Do not worry. You are not alone.”
She did not answer, she could not. She just broke down and cried at her father’s feet.

Word Count: 915

The Flames Rise Higher|Part OneFeaturing Princess BoAnn and Lord Owain
Mentions of Princess Fenella, King Drustan, Prince Raeghan, and Princess Fionnuala.
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore
Part One:
A single flash of bright white then all around her was darkness, the sound of screams frightened her. She couldn't do anything, she was stuck in place. She tried to run but her legs did not carry her. Suddenly, the flames surged around her out of the darkness, engulfing her but they did not feel hot, they did not burn. The flames were chilled, cold. A chill ran through her and she couldn't breathe. The darkness returned suffocating her, she panicked for a breath, begged Óganach for her life, but there was only the darkness.
Waking in a cold sweat, the pale doe jerked herself awake. The feeling of being sufficiently left her breathless, she panted trying to compose herself. &