Lassa missed her moon. Twice.
She consulted a Sister in secret. "There must be something you can do, some way to stop the child?"
"We do not end pregnancies, especially royal ones," huffed the priestess.
Soon Lassa could no longer hide her blossoming belly from her lover. "You're with child? Lassa, you were not meant to be the mother of my children! You were to be everything but that! Did you not listen to the Sisters? Had you paid so little attention to their teachings?"
"You insisted even when I told you it was the wrong time of my moon!"
An turned purple. "You dare blame me for this! I have no use for you at present--I despise pregnant women. Go home to your father. When your confinement is over you may return."