Amare heaved a deep breath as she studied her appearance in a mirror, placing a hand on her swollen belly as the warm light of the morning sun fell on her bronze skin. A team of court ladies brushed her long, brown hair while applying different creams to her face. They prepared light and loose clothes for her, woven from expensive esoteric fabrics.
She hated every second of it. It made her feel like a doll instead of the Martial Sage she was. Pregnancy had proven to be one of the most challenging things she had ever experienced. Not even the ten thousand years she had spent in her subconscious prison away from Rui, reliving the same life, was as tormenting.
