Unanswered Prayers

23 December, 1370. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.

"It seems like no matter how hard I try, my prayers aren't really being answered these days." Celia murmured to herself one day as she walked the long distance to the North Tower.

That sentiment wasn't entirely accurate, she was forced to admit. There were a great many things in her life that were blessings.

Lucas and her were more in love than ever, both excitedly awaiting their new child's arrival.

Gabriel was healthy and beautiful, now able to toddle around unevenly on his dimpled little legs.

Her pregnancy was going smoothly and she no longer felt as sick in the mornings. It was also the reason she wouldn't be stuck sharing a bed with Tobin again until early summer.

Yes, there were many answered prayers in her life.

But she couldn't pretend there wasn't a shadow in the corners, slowly spreading it's dark tentacles, just waiting to burst forth and create upheaval in her life.