Weeks After they Seized the Fort between Noria and Leore.
Ada swept her wet hair back after she picked up a bucket. The bucket was filled with water, which was meant to boil over the fire for a hot bath, or for soup or tea. She could've gotten a servant to do it; in fact, one was following her fretting about it before she'd sent her away.
The young wife simply felt like doing it herself, but then a scout ran to her and told her something, something that needed to be told to Silas right away. She asked the scout to let her deliver the news however, because she had meant to speak to her husband about something anyway.
When she got inside she finally noticed that she was pretty soaked, her clothing, her hair. She could take time to dry off, but the news was rather urgent. Maybe it also required some wine, she thought. Instead of calling a servant she put down the bucket of water, picked up a goblet and poured some wine before finding Silas in his usual spot—his office.
"Silas," Ada said with a smile, walking to his desk and putting down the goblet for him. "I thought you might..." she paused, feeling some of the rain drip down her back from her hair. She grabbed her hair in one bunch then squeezed it a bit to get rid of some water as she spoke, "Sorry that I'm a mess. I went outside to collect a water bucket and did not realize how much it was pouring until it was too late."
"I had a craving for bread in rain water. I know it's strange but I also... I also have been getting sick in the mornings. My servant thinks it's because I may be with child. Do you think..." she trailed off but then decided it was probably more important to give him the news. There was a lot going through her mind, and if she was being honest with herself she felt rather scattered. "But maybe more importantly, I came here because a scout just told me that they came to blows with one of Lord Varns sons and captured him. He's in the forts dungeons now."
Silas sat behind a desk he found himself at all too often, hours spent reviewing, approving, memorizing, and about a hundred other things drained his day.
He looked up when the door gently opened and his wife stepped inside. A smile crept across his face. "You look like you got in a fight with a river." he joked as she entered. Her clothes clung to the curves of her body, a not unpleasant side effect of whatever had happened to her.
She set the glass of wine down on the desk next to him, and then unceremoniously wrung her hair out onto the office floor. He raised an eyebrow as she seemed to be winding up to something important. Silas lifted the glass of wine to his mouth as she spoke.
A moment later, he choked on that wine, looking at his as droplets formed in his beard. "Wh..How?" he started to ask. He, of course, knew how, but his brain was lagging behind and Ada was giving him no chance to catch up.
His world spun a bit as she gave him more news, why had she given him both so quickly. "I...uh." he said pushing himself to his feet. "Do you think?" he partially asked, as he stood and placed a hand on her stomach. "Wouldn't it be too soon for any of that?" he asked. It had been a little over six weeks since they had been together for the first time and had done so frequently since. "Th..that would be fantastic!" he said, his face lighting up.
They would need to confirm this, Ada had an eccentric taste in servants and he wasn't ready to trust the opinion of some old woman who thought she could tell if rain was coming if her ear twitched a certain way. He had healers that used magic, he hoped they could tell them one way or another.
One thing at a time, if the prisoner was in a cell already he had time. "Give me one second," he said holding both sides of her face in his hands and kissing her before moving out into the hallway and finding a runner.
"I need a healer immediately," he said as the runner's face paled. "My Lord? Is ever..." he started to ask. "Everything is fine! Just get them here!" he said with a hint of frustration. "Afterwards tell the Captain at the dungeon I was the guard tripled with Mages added to the guard's ranks. No one is to enter or leave until I arrive. Do you understand?" he asked. The man nodded and took off running.
He returned to the office and dragged a chair over to the fire. "You said you feel sick? Can I get you anything? Dry clothes?" he asked, fretting over her.
Ada blinked when he choked on his wine, wanting to giggle because she'd never seen him do that before but she wasn't exactly sure what had tripped him up.
She smiled when he stood up and placed a hand on her belly though, he seemed to light up. "Too early?" she echoed, tipping her head in thought. "I don't know."
She followed Silas as he dragged a chair by the fire, though only stood, unsure if it was for him or her. He seemed to go from being happy to fretting, but Ada remained calm. "I'm perfectly content and don't need anything but thank you," she answered with a smile, placing a hand on her husbands jaw and stealing a kiss before a healer arrived.
"My lord," the older, gray bearded healer greeted at first, adding "My lady" a second later after eyeing the soaked woman. "What may I do for you?"
"My servant thinks I may be with child," Ada said with an unsure look. The healer raised an eyebrow in reaction. "I can sense life, if I may?" he said, holding his hand near her belly. Ada nodded and he touched her stomach, closing his eyes.
A few long moments later the healer opened his eyes. "There is life there, so indeed you are with child. Congratulations, my lord," he said. Ada smiled again, a sense of happiness washing over her. There was an inkling of uncertainty, fear of the unknown but she was happy to fulfill her duty, however the healer continued speaking before she could say anything, "I cannot, however, tell how far along. It is not part of my gifts. But may I add," he said, pausing and raising an eyebrow again, clearing his throat, "that I suggest my lady gets her servents to fetch some dry clothing."
She kissed him, hand moving across his face. "Sit." he said with a smile. It was not long before the elderly healer walked into the room. Silas stood beside the chair as Ada spoke with the healer and while he examined her. Even if only took a moment for him to finish, Silas found himself tapping his foot, it seemingly taking forever in his mind.
When the healer spoke, Silas clapped in hands together once and let out an excited noise. He put a firm hand on the healer's shoulder. "Thank you for your time," he said unable to contain the beaming smile. The doctor mentioned getting her dry clothes. "I think we can manage that," he said as the old man left.
The room was silent for a second after he left, only the crackling noise of the fire. When Ada stood he grabbed her lifting her slightly as he spun her once before setting her back down. He rested his forehead against hers. "I have never been happier." he said quietly. "I love you." he added as he lightly kissed her forehead.
He then remembered the second thing she had told him. He didn't want to leave to take care of this, he didn't want to do anything but be her with her. Silas let out a sigh. "I need to take care of this other thing." he said, still not letting go of her.
She giggled happily as he spun her around once, placing a hand back on his jaw as he rested his forehead on hers.She gazed into his eyes lovingly, and her smile grew when he said he was happy, that he loved her. It was good news. She was happy he was so happy, and it explained why she was feeling different lately. "I love you too," Ada said back, wishing to stay in her husbands arms forever in this moment.
Though her smile faltered as he mentioned needing to take care of Varn's son. It could end up as dirty business, but she spoke up anyway, "I'll come with you if you want," she said. "If anything, for support." She hadn't actually seen all of Varn's sons, apparently he had tons of children. A lot that he neglected; that made her wonder if they were all loyal, or did some recent their father?
Either way, she heard soldiers stir in the hallway and murmur's of their conversations. Maybe it was the scouts, or maybe one of Silas' commanders. Either way, they were waiting for Silas. The prisoner was not in the best shape, having taken a stab to the shoulder. There was no lack of blood, and the man was starting to look pale. They needed to know if Silas wanted him patched up right away, or if he wanted to use the pain and wound to his advantage.
Silas shook his head "No, I'll be fine." he said with a weak smile. He didn't want Ada anywhere near any of those snakes. Besides, interrogations could be a brutal thing and while Ada had been exposed to war and the brutalities that it carried with it, he had a strong urge to shield her from anything he could. "I won't be long." he said, pushing a strand a hair out of her face.
Hearing the commotion out in the hallway and slowly started back. "Remember what the healer said, dry clothes" he said, smiling once more and stepping back out into the hallway. Two guards fell into step with him, leading him to the scout that had brought the prisoner in. Silas had the man quickly report. Once he was finished, Silas would send the scout after the healer an have them both meet him at the dungeon.
Within minutes Silas was outside the stairwell that led down into the ground leading to the cells. There was a bustling of the soldiers as they hurried to organize the increased guard.
Once inside, Silas would stop in front of the man's cell. He had been chained to wall and blindfolded. He slumped against the chains, blood slowly oozing from a wound on his right shoulder. "Just make sure he doesn't die." Silas said to the healer as they stepped in the cell, Silas had a sword in his hand. While the man looked near death, you couldn't be too careful around someone with magic.
"But..." Ada started but stopped when he reminded her about getting dry clothing. She wanted to go with him, to at least provide some comfort from being there, though she decided to at least get some fresh clothing on while she debated a trip to the dungeon.
Inside the dungeon Silas would find Adonis, the eldest so of Lord Varn. He felt cold, and either his heart was having a hard time or he was just that worried about death. But he wouldn't allow himself to be seen as pathetic. He'd taken enough beatings and mockery from his father to never make that mistake no matter who he faced.
"Is that you Silas, or some other scum sucker that bends the knee to a traitor?" Adonis said, mustering enough of his energy to spit to the side. The healer went inside the cell to check the wound, a hum of thought rumbling at the back of his throat before he spoke, "My lord he will die if we do not categorize the wound with flame or salt soon. Simply putting pressure on his wound will not help him for long, considering his color."
Of course salt would be incredibly painful and they had access to flame, but the healer knew what they were doing here. He waited for Silas to make the call on which method to use, while putting pressure over the wound with a cloth.
"So it is you. Silas, the land you stand on now belongs to the Varn's. Let me go, give yourself up and my father might make your families death quick, instead of slow and painful," the son offered, not even mentioning his wound or the method of sealing it. He refused to show weakness.