95- No rest for the weary

Maeve woke up the morning after. Last night had been the first time that she and Lugh had shared their bed as husband and wife, and her maids were already excitedly bustling about talking about babies. A stain of blood was on her bed. Of course, they would be talking about that.

She felt a small throb of pain from last night's intimate moment and memories of the moments they had shared flooded back into her mind. She had done it. She had achieved with Lugh something she never even dreamed about doing with Sirius.

She sat up, her arms smoothing the blankets that covered her, and looked out the window. The sky was gray and overcast like always, but a hint of sun was peeking through.