"Well, that was unexpected," Altair said, leading Syris into his room back within the Palace of Stygian, where he'd have all the privacy he'd ever want or need. "What the hell? Did you really have to tell them I was shooting blanks? For fucks sake, Syris. Upon my Throne of all places?"
Syris had her face covered, blaring with such sha she couldn't even look him in the eye. The words had just co to her. Imagining those nasty sluts vying for what was hers had triggered sothing, sothing primal. At that mont, Syris could not control herself.
'What is happening to ?' She thought, scampering into the wall to face her ti-out.
Altair was scratching his head, finding not only that her actions were adorably cute but also that, for so reason, he felt so inexplicable sensation of guilt as if he'd done sothing wrong. He hadn't… or had he?
"Syris… co on, speak to ," Altair said, finally sauntering over to her side. His shadow lood like a warm blanket over her delicate fra. "what—
"I'm in ti out… leave alone," she said, pushing her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees and kept her head down.
Altair looked even more confused, caught between wanting to laugh and yell. It was ridiculous.
"Are you trying to punish yourself?" he asked, but Syris only seed to sink further into herself until she resembled a ball. Altair paused, reflecting on Syris' past actions, starting from the days they spent outside the Lake of Rot. The insatiable sex, the dinners, training sessions, he reflected on it all, finding nothing… she was the sa throughout it all.
Hesitant at first, but slowly, he'd worn down her guards, leaving her bare for his eyes only.
"Do… Do…" Altair hesitated. "Do you want to punish you?"
Syris shuddered. "No…" she wled softly.
"Then look at ."
Syris quivered, unwrapping herself and turning teary eyes towards him. Her moon-colored skin practically glistened, a lustrous glow of mana dancing across it.
"What is going on?" He asked, his voice softer than before. "You've acting… odd. What brought this on?"
Syris gulped, her pupils writhing uncontrollably. "I think I'm pregnant."
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