“For god’s sake Ursula you’re not going to die,” Elladora snapped irritably, folding her arms across her chest brusquely. She certainly didn’t believe in the precognitive powers of dreams and she was not about to start just because she’d had a nightmare that was particularly vivid. She was no seer and as far as she knew it was not a talent that developed later in life, so if she hadn’t developed some form of second sight then Ursula most certainly hadn’t – it was just an unnerving dream, that was all.
“You’ve survived multiple births and you are far from delicate-” she held up a placating hand to stop the reaction she immediately felt that comment would elicit. “I don’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just a terrible dream. No doubt my vision of it was quite different from yours.”
They simply had to be. Ursula had only told her the outcome, the details Elladora’s brain had conjured up couldn’t possibly be the same. “I doubt very much you would consent to giving birth in your wedding dress of all things.”
Quite where her mind had pulled that particular image she had no idea, but it had made it – if possible – so much worse. She had felt...widowed.
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