Pregnant While His Been Gone 100 Years

Summary

My husband’s true love was getting married.

To make her regret her choice, he abandoned our entire Holy Order—and me—and ventured into the mortal wilds to hunt abominations.

I burned nine hundred and ninety-nine whispering runes, begging for a word, but received no reply. In the hundredth year, I stopped trying. I lay upon my enchanted frost-crystal bed, content to receive the life-sustaining elixirs sent by the Archon himself.

Then, suddenly, he returned.

Staring at my swollen belly, he seethed, his words laced with venom. “I have been gone a century, and we have not once met.