Weyr Life Drabbles - Prompt word #28: "Children"
As the babe suckles, she wonders why she stayed, and if it really made any difference.
Larad would've wed her off by now anyway, condeming her to a life raising brats in return for whatever trinkets her husband deigned to give her. But the Weyr was different, they'd said. No need to breed your way into an early grave here!
No, not if you were happy turning your hand to drudgery. And the alternative?
Kylara glares at the bracelet lying on the shelf, a gift from T'bor. Her son's father. Probably.
Hold, Hall or Weyr, men were all the same.
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