Faelyn spends most of the day catching up with Daela and Imogen, and by evening, a small feast is held to celebrate Drakar's return.
Even this small crowd around the large bonfire makes Faelyn's stomach churn with bile, their scents are too heavy for her overly sensitive nostrils, making her nauseous.
Why is this happening even after taking the hormone suppressants Sebi prescribed?
Her eyes locate Amendiel, who is talking to Drakar and Ignavar, and she quickly excuses herself from Sanaya and the rest; she hurries out of the small 'family' gathering, gasping heavily for a much-needed fresh dose of air.
How long before this phase gets over?
Will she be trapped inside her chamber for the rest of this pregnancy? Sanaya had even joked that this child seemed very possessive already, making her sick at every turn, to isolate her.
Faelyn puffs out a quiet sigh, deciding to stroll further down the expanse of ancient stones, the night breeze feels cool against her flushed face.
