"I am with child." Thee words Neriah spoke resounded again and again in Aria's head. The kettle brush she that had dropped from her hand remained on the ground, the vile of hair oil laid on the rug, the oil spilling out and Aria's eyes and mouth was left open wide.
"Aria, it is the best news I have ever received. It is like getting a gift I never even knew I was going to have, a gift I was never anticipating, a gift I never even thought I would need. And now that it's in my hands, I realize how happy it makes me." Aria still silently stared at her mistress with her eyes opened wide. Not saying a word. She just watched as Neriah walk-danced around the room like a teenager in love.
She was pregnant… To think that her mistress who never wanted to marry a barbarian was now carrying the child of that same barbarian and even leaping around with joy about the matter.
