"Please, no. Not again." Nalrond whined. "These are not the last words I want to hear. I never wanted to hear them even the first time."
"You see, Tyrants have redundant vital organs to ensure their survival. It's the reason I have two hearts, brains, livers, and three lungs and kidneys. Then why in the gods' names don't we have at least two d-"
The slamming of the door spared the Rezar from the rest of the rant.
Feeling the need to cleanse his eyes, ears, and soul, he went to Friya's room.
"Hi, babe. Big day today. How are you feeling?" He asked.
"That should be my question. "She replied with a wry smile. "Seriously, how do you feel?"
"Anxious, excited, and terrified." Nalrond sat on her bed, holding his churning stomach. "I can't wait for this day to be over."
"You and me both." She sighed, sitting beside him.
