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[llamamamarisen92]

Grief in Waterdeep - Giving Birth to Loss

TW: child loss, death, grief, sad, honestly I'm allergic to happiness, birth

Gale paced along his tower. A man desperate to do anything, but unable to do anything. Gods, if he could be the one in there delivering their child in her place he would switch places in an instant.

His mother was sitting there watching him. A hint of humor in her smile. "Giving birth is the oldest magic in the world. It is the essence of creation. You pacing and ranting like a madman will not make things better."

"I know, but her cries are like nails upon a chalk board to my ears." His mother raised an eyebrow at his choice of expression. "You know what I mean. I love her and I only want her to ever experience laughter and joy for the rest of her life. Gods damnit, I'm an arch mage for gods sake. I have all of this power and yet I can do nothing in this."

She got up and placed a hand on her sons arm to still him. "I know that you are suffering. But this night is about her. If she suspects your distress it will add to her labors." She cupped his face in her hand. "You're father was the same you know. They practically had to chain him down so that he would not come barging into the birthing room."

They sat on the couch. Morrena telling him about the stand off his father had with the midwife. He knew that his parents were deeply in love. When his father was alive they were inseparable. They were the reason he believed so deeply in the power of true love.

They were laughing as they reminiscing on old memories. A midwife came rushing into the receiving area. Gale waited for news, but when he saw the look on her face he ran to their bedroom. He opened the door and saw Helena laying on the bed, barely conscious. He scanned the room and on the preparation table lay an infants body covered head to toe in a blanket. The blanket Helena had spent months knitting for the child they were expecting.

Tears filled his eyes as fear gripped his heart. He looked over to Helena and froze. Her breathes were shallow and their bed was covered in blood.

"No." He rushed over to her side and held her to him. "Helena no! Gods!" He screamed at the midwives to do something as he rocked his dying wife in his arms. She weakly reached her hand to his face. His tears fell like a torrent as he watched her warm beautiful eyes go vacant. He held her for hours rocking back and forth. "No... no....no.." He keened for hours, simply repeating no over and over.

One of the midwives made a move to try to urge him away so they could prepare her body. But he snarled at her viciously, threatening anyone who would dare take her from him. His mother ordered everyone to leave, closing the door behind so that he may have a moment alone with his wife. She choked down a sob.

She only knew Helena for the two years they were married. But she had grown to love her like a daughter. Her mothers heart grieved for their loss. But she also knew the pain of losing the love of your life. Her son, her beloved son. Life had shown him it's ugliest side and there was hope in Helena for all of them. She quickly ordered the servants to keep an eye on him. There was real fear she would lose him this night as well.

Morrena walked to the receiving room and began praying. Not to anyone in particular, but to anyone who would listen. "Protect my son." One of the midwives held her hand as they wept.

Gales wails of anguish could be heard throughout the entire tower. Storms gathered and rain began to fall outside. It was as if the entire universe recognized the loss that occurred today.

Welcome to "Gale can't be happy in this universe" as I give myself psychic damage by exploring a villain arc driven by loss. WIP.