Taken

Part 6

A year and a half later:

About nine months ago, I gave birth to, to my great surprise, triplets. Their names are Bierdna, Eira and Björn. Like the others, they have violet eyes flecked with green, red, and gold. Their hair is the rich dark brown like mine.

The positive thing that came about from this is that Dagon renewed the spell that prevents me from getting with child because he is apparently happy with the number of children we have.

I sigh upon hearing a faint crying. I close my book and set it upon a nearby table. I leave the library and head up to the nursery, which is next to 'our' room. Entering, I see that Dagon is already there and is holding, and talking to, Eira and Björn. They, at least, are not crying. That is coming from Bierdna, who is still in her crib. I pick her up and she quiets down.

The door opens then and Freyja peeks her head in.

"Mother's family is here. They are waiting in the entry hall," she informs us, before disappearing again.

I smile and make my way downstairs, with Dagon right behind me. Sure enough, my family is there. Sigrid is talking to Vidar and Asmund, Gyda and Ivar are talking excitedly with my young ones, and my parents are standing watching everyone. My mother, I see, has a small child, at least a year old, in her arms.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," I say to them.

My parents look over to me, their faces registering shock and disbelief as they see the three in our arms.

I go to them, halting just before them.

"And who may this be?" I ask Mother.

"This is Sven," she replies.

"And you?"

To my surprise, Dagon introduces them. As if sensing what we want to do, Asmund, Vidar and Freyja come over and take the three. Sigrid then comes over and Mother hands Sven to her.

With a warning to keep an eye on them, I lead everyone into the sitting room. We find seats and I proceed to tell them what happened after we came back. A long silence follows when I finish.

"Why must you continue to treat my daughter like this," my father asks Dagon.

"Because she is mine," he simply answers. "And she needs to accept that her place is here now, with me."

"Enough of that already," I plead.

Dagon gives me a look, but stays quiet.

"If you say so," Father says.

I can tell that he knows that he is not going to get a better answer than that. I quickly change the topic, asking my parents of news in town. We spend the rest of the afternoon like that, simply talking.

We stop when it is time for supper and Dagon leads the way to the the dining room, while I go gather everyone. I soon locate everyone and we head inside to the dining room.

Over supper, my parents tell us they are planning on staying for about a month. I am thrilled at this news, but Dagon is less than enthused about it.

  The hour before we all head for bed I spend ensconced in a room alone with my parents and Sigrid. It is then that we begin to think of ways to get me out of here and away from him, Dagon. 

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