NovelEnglishNu-reeh stepped towardonce I was bundled and spoke very softly.
“Did you sleep well last night, human slave?”
Damien started to answer and she shushed him. Nu-reeh wanted to know how I’d slept from me.
“Well, Mistress,” I answered politely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Are you eating well?” she asked.
“Are you vomiting again?”
“No, Mistress, my Masters feedthe root drink and I am eating well.” Nu-reeh consideredfor a moment before her clawed hand settled over my belly with her talons Laying against my mons. I was terrified. She seemed not to notice and merely touched my bump for several long moments.
“It is a boy, then,” she said contemplatively, “and the slave is not as sickly as I expected. You did well, Damien.
“Thank you, Mistress,” the men all said sounding confused.
Nu-reeh turned to our transport and inspected it carefully as she spoke, “I will tell you now that I expect the slave to not breed for a tafter this birth. I will make sure the slave receives the correct drink this time…”
Nu-reeh’s voice faded off, but it sounded like she went on to say something Like ‘you have to do it yourself, if you want it done right’.
“Come,” she suddenly said straightening, “followinto the mountains.”
The men loaded our overnight bag onto the transport and prepared to take off, but Nu-reeh stopped them.
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I provided a face shield for the slave,” she stated. “It will protect against cold wind and accidents. Where is it?”
Christof clipped the face shield overand I did feel markedly warmer. I had not realized how chilly my face got while we were outside. This outfit really had been made with my specific needs in mind.
The flight to Nu-reeh’s hmountain took longer than before. Nu-reeh wouldn’t Let Kein take the transport up to full speed. Compared to before it seemed like we moved quite slowly. She also yelled and scolded Kein on several occasions. Evidently, Nu-reeh found him to be a reckless driver. She wanted him far from the mountain sides and to keep the transport steadier than he was.
The men muttered about how damned overbearing she was becoming, but I was starting to understand. There was a boy in my belly, one that she claimed. Nu-reeh was doing as she probably always did, she was protecting her son.
My eyes misted as I realized how grateful I was. It did not matter that I was the female breeder. Nu- reeh would place my boy and give him a mark. My Little one would not be an outcast on this world. He would be protected and looked after by a strong female.
Nu-reeh’s hmountain cinto view before it was tfor the midday meal. We landed and Nu- reeh walked us to our quarters. She told Damien the cooks would have special meals forand Healers would be visiting to evaluate me.
“You train the slave to fight,” she said calmly. “Why is that?” Evidently she had see us in the Children’s yard practicing.
“Exercise, Mistress,” Damien answered.
The answer pleased Nu-reeh. Exercise would keephealthy. The activity should continue, but my men were forbidden from using metal weapons around me. She would have wooden training staffs made and brought to us.
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