"Lord Soth," she whispered in her sleep softly with a smile upon her face before waking up with a start. "Lord Soth?" Had the voice been real? It had been so long since she had heard it. No one around here knew her full title. Only he ever used it. Lady Korrine of Gladria. That was the name of the clearing area of land that her family had lived on long ago. She and Loren were the only ones that knew that.
She turned her head and looked at the others around her who had been awakened by the call as well. What did he say? Claim what is rightfully hers? What could that mean? Why was he speaking in riddles?
She pushed herself up and walked slowly into the direction of the sound. She didn't have to go too far before she spotted the lone basket, sitting eerily in the moonlight. It resembled one she used to have a very long time ago, save for a patch of white. What did this mean? What..
Oh, that oaf.
She was half mad and half stunned. Did he expect her to kill it? What else could he expect by giving her a basket that looked so much line the son he had stripped from her. On the other hand, was he trying to return a life to her? Try to make right? Didn't he see that it wouldn't be the same. She's not the mother to this basket. Goodness, did he breed with some mare and then kill her?!?!?
Lord Soth was.. a cold stallion. Or at least, he could be. There were times when they had shared some laughs. Moments where he had been romantic with her. You'd never see the darkness in him, the cruelty.. the evil. He slowly got worse though.
She had never forgot the son that was stripped from her that night, but she had come to let it go. She knew that Loren was afraid of bearing children with that same darkness in side them. She could understand that he thought he was doing the right thing. Though she had hated him for awhile, she did not any longer. She had never stopped loving him but she had needed to be away from him.
Their son had been.. deformed. Loren had said that the curse had reached a physical level. She didn't get to see him. The mare that had helped her give birth had confirmed that it wasn't a normal foal. They didn't understand that it was her child all the same. It was her baby. She would have loved him no matter what.
But this.. what of this basket now that was sitting before her?
Did Loren believe her changed? Did he believe her cruel now? Did he forget that she was raised by a proper family? That she had morals and beliefs? Did he believe that everyone would change just because of hardships in their lives? Well, she hadn't! And she darn well wouldn't!
Curious, the mare lowered her head and pulled open the basket and peeked in side. My, oh my! He looked so much like Loren except for that same bit of white and some unicorn features. "You'll certainly fit in well here with all the unicorns in this herd," she whispered to him. "I think I will name you after one of my brothers. He died a long time ago but he was a charming devil to say the least. You will be called Elijah. Lord Elijah."
Careful to not wake the sleeping foal, Korrine took the rim of the basket within her teeth and started to pull it into the clearing.
