Her Forever

Third Person POV

“Tell us about the story where you slashed all the warlocks’ throats!” Thicket screamed as he pounced on the bed. His dogwood sword in hand, he waved it about as King Orion smiled at the enthusiasm of his five-year-old. “tell us how you gutted them like fish!

“Hey!” Pandora screamed in defense. “You can’t stay stuff like that; mama said so! It is racist!” Pandora sat on the bed opposite her brother, who was still jumping around the room. Orion nodded as he went to calm his son down. “Thicket, Pandora is right; you can’t say such things. You have a bit of your mother in you as well, don’t forget that. Just because you took genes of a fae doesn’t mean it isn’t part of your genealogy.” Thicket sighed and plopped on the bed.

Thicket and Pandora were twins, born 20 years exactly after King Orion and Queen Willa’s honeymoon. Orion made sure his queen was able to cover all of Bergarian in their many adventures. He even took her farthest that any supernatural had traveled in their realm, all the way to the abandoned deserts.

Willa had also become one of the top warriors, surpassing even the Red Fury, who had, for the most part, retired spending time with their mates and their respective families. Brendon, the last one to claim his mate Emilee, were still in their own honeymoon phase since she had become of age just a few years before.

“Yeah,” Pandora quipped. “I’m just more like mama, a fearless warrior both on land and sea!” Thicket crossed his arms, unamused by his sisters’ ramblings. “I’ll be better than you; just wait and see. Once mama allows it, I’ll be in the ring the same day!”

Orion laughed as his beautiful queen entered the room. She was swollen with their third child and was due in just a few weeks. “There will be no fighting until you are at least ten,” she scolded. “That is the age where all faes and sirens start their training; any earlier, I won’t allow it.” Willa sat beside Orion, who only pulled her to his lap. His hand immediately caressed her belly as she played with his hair.

“So, what are we arguing about before this debate happened?” She smiled at both of her children.

“On which story dad was going to tell,” Pandora answered, her eyes shining brightly. “I wanted to hear the story of how you both met. It isn’t like the other mating stories I have heard from the servants.”

Willa giggled, “No, it’s not. But it’s our story. Your father needed to realize I wasn’t going to swoon into his arms and give myself to him. Sexy looks can’t get you everything,” Willa winked at Orion, who only tickled her sides in return.

“Ewww,” Thicket g*****d. “I wanted to hear a war story! Like the warlock battle where mama came in riding Horus! Or the war against the rogue vampires in Vamparia!” Willa frowned and rubbed her chest. There was a deep scar running from the top left of her body to the bottom right. Willa almost lost her life that day; Orion was a mess. He carried her bloodied body over an enormous battlefield of raging gore and violence to get her back to their tent. The healers looked on in fear, fear of not only the queen’s life but of Orion’s fury on theirs.

He was tainted black, the blackest skin he had ever conjured. His wings sparkled an onyx glitter. As each speck fell to the ground, a puff of smoke would arise. Orion laid her on the table, still the sword in his mate’s side. “Fix her,” he commanded, and they tried. For 24 hours, they tried to heal her wounds, only for her veins and arteries to turn black. When all hope was lost, the healers laid their faces to the ground, ready to lose their lives until one soul came to save her.

Creed. The wyvern dragon that had been shunned by his own kind. Creed’s dark presence hushed the tent as many looked on at his sudden appearance. B***d dripped from his lower extremities, he was naked from being in his dragon form, but that did not deter him. He owed his life to the queen, and this was his repayment. Creed never spoke a word, just cut his palm and leaked his b***d into a cup sitting on the side of the bed. One of the witch healers rushed to him, thanking him for his magical b***d. Creed looked at Orion square in the eye and nodded, and left the tent as quickly as he came.

The b***d magnified the healing powers one hundredfold for the witch. It was enough to seal the wound and get rid of the poisons, but not without cost. Her womb had been cut, the poison had seeped through, and there was no guarantee that she would bear any children. The large scar was light but still noticeable to even a fae. The healing powers of a fae were no match for a demon’s dagger.

It took several months until Willa could even walk again, but Orion was with her every step of the way. He bathed her, clothed her, read to her, and even took her flying to get fresh air. He loved his queen, and he loved her stubbornness to not give up.

It took 15 years after the war to bear the two beautiful twins they had now. The magic in the Death Sword carried by a rogue demon that pledged his allegiance with the vampires just about ended it all for the couple.

“How about we skip that story.” Willa was still upset to this very day. Her brush with death, being separated by her mate from this world to the next, almost killed her heart right there. She was a fighter; she always was. “Willa went to say more but felt a strong jab in her belly. Grunting, she doubled over in pain as Orion held her up from hitting the floor.

“Are you alright, mama!?” Pandora squealed as her feet hit the floor. Thicket threw down his play sword and ran to get a nearby servant to fetch the doctor.

“A few weeks early,” Willa joked as she held her stomach. Orion lifted her in his arms as he kissed her forehead. He knew from the last time she gave birth that panicking was something she didn’t need. Willa would smack him every time he asked the doctor if something was, ‘normal.” Willa needed the calm. He would create a quiet room around them as she gave birth.

The family strode down the hallway as a healer had met them halfway to the healing room. Checking her pulse, timing her contractions, they continued down to the brightly lit room. The bath was being prepared in case it would be another siren and a bed if it was a fae child. Orion laid her on the bed as she held her stomach. The children looked on in worry as the royal nanny came in just in her nightclothes and cap.

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“Come, children, let’s wait out here. It might be a bit before your sibling is born.” Willa let out a g***n and gripped Orion’s arm. “Siren, it’s a siren.” Willa knew the difference between races of her children when they were born. She had no trouble giving birth to Thicket on the bed, but the roaring pain she felt in her back and her lightly colored scales ached when Pandora was making her entrance. Instinct drew her to the water, and the tub was filled just in time for her daughter’s arrival. Orion ripped the clothes off her body and gently set her in the tub, listening to his queen’s cries.

Orion did the same, pulling off his tunic and leaving nothing but his trousers on as he slid in behind her. Counting and petting her cheek with words of encouragement, the pain started to lesson to just an ordinary birth.

Since giving birth to the twins, pushing out a singleton would be a piece of cake. She gripped the sides of the tub as another contraction ripped through her. When one would typically hear the soft cries of a baby being born, there was a large splash. Their siren son had emerged and took his first swim, tail and all. He swam to the surface as the healer grabbed the baby, checking scales and breathing.

A siren baby had to spend most of their time in the water the first week before they could transform their legs properly. Willa had a hard time splitting her time between children until Pandora could wear the necklace that Callista had created for all the royal siren family to spend as much time out of the water as possible. Once the tiny necklace that Pandora now wears was created, it made life as a mother of twins much more enjoyable.

“A boy,” Orion whispered as he kissed Willa’s cheek. Orion was immensely proud of his mate. Against all odds, she was able to give them both three beautiful children. Their lives could not get any more perfect.

“What should we name him?” She whispered as she tried to feed him. The boy wiggled its tail against his mother as he began suckling.

“How about Athos?” Orion continued to pet his son’s cheek. Willa hummed in contentment as she leaned her head back into Orion’s chest.

“I love it,” she signed. “And I love you, my king.”

“And I will continue to love you, my queen, even when the time finally stops.

END