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From the Author
--Sylas Mortas, FALLEN
As the summer months approached, Aowyn spent only enough time at the castle to check on her father and more and more time with her brothers and Xander. Watching Ciatlllait's belly grow sickened Aowyn. Normally Aowyn enjoyed summer, but the oncoming heat only reminded her time dwindled, and a new heir would inherit the crown. It troubled her, but she kept distracted enough to avoid completely agonizing over it. However, Aowyn noticed something strange about Ciatlllait. The bigger her belly got, the more tired and weaker Ciatlllait became. She remained testy, but did not come across with the will to exercise total dominion. Aowyn began to wonder if the pregnancy might be taking more out of Ciatlllait than a normal woman. Aowyn wondered if it was affecting Ciatlllait's powers.
Aowyn sat brooding about it one night, oblivious as Xander came to the shore of An Cuan Áille and lowered himself beside her. He had learned to keep quiet on nights like these. Aowyn beheld the moon and the two stars beside it. If Ciatlllait was growing weak, it would be the ideal time to strike.
Xander's hand crawled over the loam and rested on Aowyn's. He squeezed it gently.
Aowyn inhaled sharply. She blinked as she jostled from her reverie and offered a smile.
Xander smiled back and squeezed her hand again. He bumped his shoulder into Aowyn's. "Tell me your name," he whispered.
Aowyn looked away sadly. You know I cannot.
Xander turned her face back to him. "I cannot call you love names forever."
Aowyn's brothers swam quietly in the water. They had begrudgingly come to accept Xander. Caoin Croí began singing in his swan voice which sounded more lovely and sad than many others of his kind. His brothers bobbed their heads and began to honk rhythmically.
Aowyn gazed out across the waters. She listened closely.
Aowyn's eyebrows met. She leaned her head to one side.
Her brothers honked again one by one.
Aowyn glanced at Xander. She tilted her head towards her brothers. Xander listened closely to the song. One white swan honked a middle note. The next one went up on the scale. The black one honked lowly. The honks became more distinct in his ears.
Xander turned quickly to Aowyn. "Aowyn?"
Aowyn lit up and nodded emphatically.
Xander smiled brightly. His free hand reached for her cheek and pulled her close. He leaned his forehead against hers.
Aowyn's heartbeat quickened. She shut her eyes and breathed deeply.
"Aowyn...." Xander murmured. His nose touched hers.
Aowyn's lips parted.
Rógaire honked loudly.
Aowyn's eyes opened, and she glared at the white swan.
Lorgaire and Choróin joined in. Their honks sounded like laughter. They gurgled and teased her.
Xander tossed a stick at them.
Choróin hissed at Xander as his brothers scattered.
"Come now, feathers," Xander called, "give me a little slack."
Aowyn giggled and chewed her lower lip.
Xander's gaze returned to her.
Aowyn blushed. She glanced down at their hands and wove their fingers together. Xander lifted their intertwined hands and kissed Aowyn's, never taking his eyes from hers.
Aowyn leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. She looked to mother moon and the two shining brothers beside her and for a moment felt whole again.