The very next day, Miranda set out for her agreed visit to the fertility doctor, acting like she was going for a walk. She didn’t let her mate know about this; but made sure to carry protection along with her, two of her most trusted guards, along with Simba who led the way.
“Are you sure she’s as good as you say?” Miranda asked him as they headed there.
“Absolutely sure. Madame Henna knows her work better than anyone. I’m sure she’ll be able to tell what the problem is with you conceiving.”
“And then?”
Then, she’ll find what to prescribe or administer for you. There’s no need for you to worry, my queen. I’m sure she’ll find what will work for you the way she did me.”
I hope this works too, Miranda said in her heart.
They’d reached the place by the time they finished their conversation. Madame Henna had a small house on the outskirts like Simba had said. She was already expecting them, as Simba had informed her prior to their visit through a call.
“I can’t believe it with my own eyes! The silver queen here to grace my services with her presence.” Madame Henna gasped as she welcomed them into her house. The two guards waited outside while Miranda followed Simba inside.
Miranda smiled at the old woman who offered her a seat.
“I came here because I need you to help me. Simba… might have already told you…”
“Of course, he has. Let’s not waste any time, please… follow me inside.” Madame Henna gestured her into a dimly lit room with a bed in the middle, where she would examine her.
According to Henna’s instructions, Miranda took off the lower half of her clothing, and lay down on the bed while she prepared the probe.
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After about an hour, the test was finally done.
“You will have to come back for the results tomorrow, my queen. Or you can send someone to come and pick it up.”
“No. I will come by myself. Thank you, Madame Henna.”
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The day went by slowly, as with every second that passed, Miranda held anxiety in her heart for what the results would be. The night was so slow, Miranda stayed awake through nearly half of it, and then the sun finally came, she couldn’t wait any longer; throwing on her clothes and heading out the same way she did the previous day with the guards.
When she reached the house, she met Madame Henna with a sad expression upon seeing her.
“What? What is it?” Miranda asked, her heart leaping.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, my queen…”
“Tell me what? What is it…?”
“My queen… Simba might have told you that I might be very skilled in my work, and that’s true, but even as I am, I cannot perform magic. Only the goddess gives children, my queen.”
Miranda was beginning to get vexed, “why are you speaking in parables??? Tell me, what is the matter?”
Then, madame Henna dropped the bomb in a straight sentence.
“You cannot bear children for any man, my queen.”
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“Cases like this are very rare, my queen. It’s not anything you did, neither is it your fault… but breaking it down in a way you can understand…. It’s a genetic disorder. I’m sorry, my queen. But I did not want to deceive you in any way by keeping the truth from you.”
Throughout the rest of the day felt gloomy for Miranda as madame Henna’s words kept resounding in her ears. She’d never known nor expected that torture could exist in the form of words the way it did, but there you go.
She’d canceled all her duties and remained in her room, her heart crushed as her gaze lingered on the ceiling for hours. She didn’t eat anything, didn’t drink anything.
It wasn’t until she got up and forced herself to take a shower that she felt the weight of her own body dragging her down. She couldn’t take it anymore; she couldn’t hold back the tears as they burst forth from her eyes, she dropped to the ground right there in the middle of the room, pouring out her sadness through the teardrops that landed on the ground slowly.
“Miranda? Oh goodness… Miranda? What happened? Why are you crying, darling?”
She heard her mate’s voice, but the sound of her tears choking back drained the voice into an echo. Damian lifted her from the ground and carried her to the couch, where he cleaned her tears slowly.
“Shh…. It’s okay darling,” he murmured, comforting her. “Whatever it is… it’s going to be okay. I promise you,” he said as he rocked her back and forth, until her tears stopped.
Damian didn’t know what it was that upset her, but he knew that for times like this; when she’s feeling down, when she’s in her worst moments, he was going to be there, comforting her, he was going to lend her his shoulder, and help her get through it all.
“Are you fine now, darling?” He asked her.
She sniffed, wiping the last few drops of tears from her eyes, “yes… I think I’ve found my voice now.”
“Mind telling me what it is?”
The tears began to return. How could she tell him? How could she let him know that because of her bareness, she would never be able to make him a father? Surely this was the hardest thing for any woman to do.
“Miranda?”
“Y-yes?”
“Are you going to tell me what happened to you today? Remember that I will never stop loving you, no matter what. In good or bad times, I’ll always be there for you.”
“What I’m about to tell you… I don’t know if you’ll ever look at me the same way again.”
“There’s nothing that would ever change the way I look at you, Miranda. I don’t even think that such a thing exists.”
“It’s now or never,” her wolf said.
Sighs, “I’m barren, Damian. I will never be able to give you a child.”