-Diana's POV-
I look in the mirror. Turning around from side to side and staring at my belly.
Having a child is something I gave up thinking about centuries ago. It nearly disappeared from my radar.
Looking at my flat belly, I almost can't believe it.
I squint when the wound on my side stomach stings.
The door opens behind me and a concerned Marco walks in.
"You shouldn't be up yet, Diana."
He carries a tray with food.
I smile. "You can't be fussing over me so much. I am an independent creature."
"And now as fragile as any human."
"Hardly. I can still fight."
"Yeah yeah...but not right now. Sit. Eat."
I do as he says. He puts the tray on the bed next to me and starts serving me.
I pucker up my nose and smell the air. "Smells amazing."
"Your sisters Ceridwhen and Arianrhod
