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The princess once thought about becoming a mother. It was a long time ago when freedom was nothing but a concept. It seemed to be such an impossible dream for her that it only lasted a short while. Her former Master made sure she never got pregnant from his clients. He couldn't possibly accept "tarnish" her beauty and make her less valuable, so he made sure to give her mysterious potions and she never conceived.
Today things were different and her thoughts came back in full force. She had dreams about it again and she imagined her round belly, her heavier figure, and her bountiful silver locks. She imagined Jaime's soft arms wrapping around her frame, his soft beard rubbing against the soft chubby skin of her cheek. Would she be a good mother? Bäahal hoped so. She wished to be.
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