Making a return

Marsai's POV

“Yes, child. To be specific, it is coming from inside of you.” He pointed to my belle.

I stared at my own goddamn stomach. It looked just fine to me from the layers of clothes I was wearing.

Then I looked back at him. There was nothing to say or do than to stare at each other for quite some time. I sighed and slouched my back, tired of the repetitive problems that kept coming after me. Everyone just did what they wanted to do to me without caring for the consequences.

Why?

Was it because I was too available or my heart was good to a fault?

“Why is this happening to me..” I almost choked from the lump of tears that slipped down my right cheek. Why was it that I just had to be crowned with the edge of bad timing?

Once again, there was no one to blame but Fenrir.

In a flip second, Imon was up on his feet, sitting next to me. A comforting hand rubbed gently against my back as I felt him lower his head closer to my ears.

“Don't be sad, child. You should feel honored.