Extra security and air support was looming around the Din Fortress on Eiattu. He called his family to the palace. All of them. It should have been a joyous, happy occasion, but he knew it would be one of stress and discomfort. It wasn’t long since Clove seemingly returned from the dead and showed up at his doors pregnant with his child. As much as he wished it weren’t true, he knew it was. As much as he wanted to sever every thread with her, he knew he couldn’t cut this one.
Clove had been set up with quarters in the palace, though she rarely ever saw him. He continued on with his duties, getting status reports on her condition through medical droids or attendants instead of checking in himself. He often spent time in his chambers wondering what the baby’s kicks felt like and other tender moments he always imagined when he became a father. And yet none of it felt right. He had barely processed the fact that he was going to have a child, but he couldn’t keep it from his family.
The tiefling was waiting in the great hall, his personal sigil hanging proudly all around them. Clove was summoned here as well. He didn’t regard her beyond a polite nod, ensuring that she had a comfortable seat. Altair was adorned in his royal garb, though he didn’t don his crown since this was just his family.
He would wait for them all to trickle in before he shared the news.
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