“Trust me… We can always use the help,” Simone said sheepishly. Even with all the house help, Lewis’s father, the two of them, and even Xeik and Mia… It almost never seemed like enough. Thankfully out of the youngest eight Glyn was only six months old so he wasn’t too active just yet. He had been more interested in sleeping like Janus, which was a blessing.
Once Sirona had Lila the little girl gave a smile and waved, “HIIIII.” It was cute, dragged out, and hid how much trouble she could be with those innocent blue eyes. The girl was curious of Sirona but she had been around lots of people her short life so Lila didn’t do anything too crazy. She giggled once Sirona ate some of the scone and happily munched on her own piece.
“Gods, that is a good question,” Simone smiled down at Janus and then looked back up at Sirona. “I would say ten years? We’ve only been married for… I want to say eight or nine. We adopted our first child… seven years ago? Everett is seven going on eight this year. We got him when he was only a few days old. I got a story to tell if you want to listen…”
There was a sad smile on her face as she thought about it. “I’ve always wanted a big family and I’m certain a family nor a wife never crossed Lewis’s mind at all before I asked… It’s a big thing not being able to have children as a woman. The amount of men who throw you away is… huge. It’s how Lewis and I met actually. He’s retired now but he was a real famous assassin at one point.” She felt comfortable with this woman and there was no point hiding it. The Dusk Assassin didn’t exist anymore. “He got hired to kill a woman who couldn’t give birth to children. Barren they said. Enchantress, I do believe is the word Emil used for me. It was so much more… but silly Emil never understood that what is on the outside might not be entirely what’s on the inside.”
She helped Janus with a piece of scone, “A fey lord cursed me for nearly two thousand years. I retaliated as much as I could but as a human we’re weak. I was surely no match for a man of his prowess. So when I didn’t give him what he wanted he killed every child, grandchild… I ever had. My curse was unique. The worst form of immortality. Every time I died I would forget everything back to when I was sixteen once more. Not remembering anything from my life before, barely even knew who I was. If I managed to live, I would only live until twenty-nine before my heart would give. The curse was relentless. A way to break me. It did but… I killed his people and told him we were both alone.”
Janus held her finger and she smirked before looking up at Sirona, “So he tore my womb out. Sank me to the bottom of some lake for three hundred years before Emil’s house help found me. It’s all-important to the story you see… because without a womb I can’t be of any use to a duke like Emil. After six years of marriage and numerous times of trying… numerous doctors somehow missing that my womb didn’t exist at all… He hired Lewis to kill me. It was better than divorce he said. He had no way of knowing that I wouldn’t die.”
She started to laugh, “The look on Lewis’s face when I didn’t die. I can remember it all now that the curse is gone. If it wasn’t for the person Lewis was… I wouldn’t exist in front of you as I am. For all the evil he was… There’s so much good in him. When we couldn’t get my womb back from Lady Angela, I must have cried for days. I refused to talk to him about it. A bad wife I told myself. It’s how I was raised. To see my worth in the number of children I could bear. Lewis was struggling with himself too. He wanted to do good instead of just kill. So he bought us a big house and surprised me. Said ‘Simone, let’s adopt all the babies and children.’ He had no way of knowing that… what I was struggling with the most was my ability to give him that. It was the answer I needed as an out.”
She leaned back in her chair, “Obviously, I’m not human anymore. You must have realized that just by sitting with me and holding my children. Lewis did end up killing me a week after we killed the fey lord that imprisoned me… but it was because I asked him to. The thing about humans that I find hysterical is that we don’t talk to each other until it’s too late. By the time both of us knew what we wanted I was dead. Angela was furious but she helped bring me back for a price. That neither of us can exist without the other now. We’re one. Angela has a unique sense of humor as a goddess. Not only did she bring me back and tie me to Lewis. She made me an omen of death, a night phoenix. One of the last females of my kind. Her own little sense of humor in all of it I guess. Lewis the assassin and his wife the death that descends.” She rolled her eyes.
Her gray eyes moved up to Sirona’s, “I don’t know why I’m even bothering to tell you all this. You are a stranger but for some reason, I get the feeling you need to hear this. I’m not sure why and I’m not going to question what’s kept me alive and thriving for centuries. In any case, Lewis retired about a year ago. We got tired of it. Constantly having to hide who we are… Never knowing when he was going to be home. We wanted to be idiotic simple island nobles who just wanted to be with their kids. We’ve had enough bullshit to last us… well forever if I may be so blunt. I’m kinda tired of it.” She rolled her shoulders.
“Especially because of these two.” She smiled down at Janus who looked up at her and showed her some of the scone again. “I see that. You’ve been munching on it pretty good.” He squealed when she acknowledged him and Simone giggled. “These two are our only biological children but I did not birth them alone. Lewis and I can hit something called resonance when our two forms become one. Our life force becomes absolute. In this form, we found out we can give life to new little beings but at a price that was too steep for us to be allowed to do it again. I’ve had my ability to have children taken from me three times now. It hurts us. Maybe it’s punishment, maybe we don’t deserve it, or maybe life is just being funny in its own way to keep us humble. Janus and Lila are the only two little people we can give the world that are a part of us… I’m happy we even got the chance to begin with.”
Once more she frowned, “I’m scared because I know I am broken and damaged almost beyond repair some days. I get sad and frustrated at myself because I can’t get over the trauma of abuse, rape, and other things I’ve been through in my long life. I’ve even blocked Lewis from hearing me right now because I don’t want him rushing here just to hug me because I know he would. He above everyone else hates how much I loathe myself in the morning. He feels everything I feel. The immense loss, the pain, and sometimes he even sees my memories. He’s the best husband. I know he’s going to make me deal with the trauma soon by going and see Lady Angela’s Xeik but… I’m scared of what that will unleash. I’ve bottled everything up since it started and forced myself to go forward. It’s absolutely terrifying.”
Janus hugged himself to her and she hugged him back, “But I got all of you so I think I can do it.” She kissed the top of his head. “Like Lady Angela, I tend to see the world in a whole bunch of shades. Black and white doesn’t really exist in my world not anymore. It used to when I was a girl before everything happened to me. There are good people like Edwin who pulled me from the dungeon I was kept in and there are evil people like Alvaro who put the curse on me. However, it's the people in the middle that make the most impact… Like Lewis or Lady Angela… Myself I suppose. These really are the things that keep me up at night sometimes. Most women worry about their meetings, their sewing clubs, whatever the hell else noblewomen do these days… I just worry about my existence. Constantly. If it’s been worth everything I’ve been through to still be here. Still, very much human on that front I feel… That much hasn’t changed.”
She drank her tea when it came and even let Janus have a sip, “Not all of it. Silly boy.” She cleaned his face and looked up at Sirona. “Just thought you needed to hear that. I don’t know why I just follow my instinct. For what it’s worth though, therapy with Lady Angela is going to be the worst torture I’ve ever been through.” There was sass as she shook her head. “That Goddess is an enigma.”