Chapter 298 - 290. Severed Bond
Lucia knew Roan had lost his life. She knew the moment her esper stopped breathing; she could feel it in her soul, piercing her heart with unspeakable pain ripping through her heart. A bond, a chain binding her very being was ripped apart mercilessly, so abruptly that it felt like death itself cutting it with its scythe.
And it was painful. So, so, painful that she screamed and cried herself to sleep every night.
She didn’t want to live anymore. She wanted to be with her esper, her husband, her paladin. Her Roan.
But she looked down, at her painful chest, and slightly swollen belly. And she sobbed. Because it was so painful, and she wanted to just be with her husband, but she couldn’t. Because inside her womb was the proof of her union with Roan, and she could never let that union left unborn.
So she cried herself to sleep, clutching her weakened body, thinking about her family--Roan’s family--waiting for her, waiting for their son.
And yet, when she woke up, she was nowhere near her family. That man said everyone had died, and there were no more tears for her to cry. It was only her and her unborn child. Lucia, the princess of Ishtera, had no choice but to depend on that man to survive.
But she survived. They survived. She and her little boy, the small Roan. Her Luzein.
Oh, such a beautiful child, just like Roan. As if he knew that his mother would get in trouble if he cried, the baby boy kept quiet, only whining softly when he got hungry. Such a sweet, sweet child.
But Lucia knew, he wouldn’t be able to see this sweet child grow.
She was far too weak. Months of heartbreaking pain and moving around without decent nutrition or ample rest had gnawed into her lifeforce. What little of it she had preserved to deliver her bond with Roan to the world.
She knew. She knew she would die, and once she did...Luzein might be too, for the red-zone they ended up in was a treacherous, treacherous place. And if she would die anyway, she might as well look for some help.