It will be all right, Cora said. Well make it all work.
Sophia couldnt see how any of it could work right then.
Sebastian is the father? Emeline asked.
Sophia nodded. How could she think that there had been anyone else? Then she realized Emeline was thinking of Rupert, asking if his attempt at rape had gone further than they thought.
Sebastian Sophia managed. Hes the only one Ive ever slept with. Its his child.
Their child. Or it would be, in time.
What are you going to do? Cora asked.
That was the question to which Sophia didnt have an answer. It was the question that threatened to overwhelm her once again, and that seemed to bring tears just in trying to contemplate it. She couldnt imagine what came next. She couldnt begin to try to figure out how things would work.
Even so, she did her best to think about it. In an ideal world, she and Sebastian would have been married by now, and she would have found out that she was pregnant surrounded by people who would help her, in a warm, safe home where Sophia could bring a child up well.
Instead, she was out in the cold and the wet, learning the news with only Cora and Emeline to tell about it, without even her sister to help her.
Kate? she sent out into the dark. Can you hear me?
There was no answer. Perhaps it was the distance that did it, or perhaps Kate was too busy to answer. Perhaps any one of a dozen other things applied, because the truth was that Sophia didnt know enough about the talent she and her sister had to know for sure what could limit it. All she knew was that the darkness swallowed her words as surely as if she had simply yelled them.
Maybe Sebastian will come for you, Cora said.
Emeline looked at her with incredulity. Do you really think that will happen? That a prince will come after some girl hes gotten pregnant? That he will even care?
Sebastian isnt like most of them in the palace, Sophia said. Hes kind. Hes a good man. He
He made you leave, Emeline pointed out.
Sophia couldnt argue with that. Sebastian didnt really have a choice when hed found out about the ways shed lied to him, but he could have tried to find a way around the objections his family would have raised, or he could have come after her.
It was good to think that he might be trying to follow her, but how likely was it really? How realistic was it to hope that he might set off across the country after someone who had deceived him about everything, even down to who she was? Did she think that this was some song, where the gallant prince set off over hill and vale in an effort to find his lady love? It wasnt how things worked. History was full of royal bastards, so what would one more matter?
Youre right, she said. I cant count on him following. His family wouldnt allow it, even if he was going to do it. But I have to hope, because without Sebastian I dont think I can do this without him.
There are people who raise children alone, Emeline said.
There were, but could Sophia be one of them? She knew that she could never, ever give a child away to an orphanage after all that shed been through in the House of the Unclaimed. Yet how could she hope to raise a child when she couldnt even find a place for herself to be safe?
Perhaps there were answers ahead for that part of things as well. The grand house wasnt visible now in the dark, but Sophia knew it was out there, pulling her on with the promise of its secrets. It was the place where her parents had lived, and the place whose corridors still haunted her dreams with half-remembered flames.
She was going there to try to find the truth about who she was and where she fit into the world. Maybe those answers would give her enough stability to be able to raise her child. Maybe they would give her a place where things would be all right. Maybe she could even call for Kate, telling her sister that shed found a place for all of them.
You have options, Cora said, the hesitation in her voice hinting at what those options might be even before Sophia looked at her thoughts.
You want me to get rid of my child? Sophia said. Just the thought of it she wasnt sure that she could. How could she?
I want you to do whatever you think is best, Cora said. She reached into a pouch on her belt, next to the ones that held makeup. This is rakkas powder. Any indentured woman soon learns about it, because she cant say no to her master, and her masters wife doesnt want children who arent hers.
There was a layer of pain and bitterness there that a part of Sophia wanted to understand. Instinctively, she reached out for Coras thoughts, finding pain, humiliation, a nobleman who had stumbled into the wrong room at a party.
There are some things even we shouldnt intrude on, Emeline sent across to her. Her expression betrayed no hint of what she felt, but Sophia could feel the disapproval there. If Cora wants to tell us, she will tell us.
Sophia knew she was right, but even so, it felt wrong that she couldnt be there for her friend the way Cora had been there for her with Prince Rupert.
Youre right, she sent back, Im sorry.
Just dont let Cora know that you were prying. With something like this, you know how personal it can be.
Sophia knew, because when it came to Ruperts attempt to force her to be his mistress, it was something she didnt want to talk about, or think about, or have to deal with again in any way.
When it came to the pregnancy, though, it was a different thing. That was about her and Sebastian, and that was something big, complicated, and potentially wonderful. It was just that it was also a potential disaster, for her and everyone around her.
You put it in water, Cora said, explaining the powder, then drink it. In the morning, you wont be pregnant anymore.
She made it sound so simple as she passed it to Sophia. Even so, Sophia hesitated to take the powder from her. She reached out, and just touching it felt like a betrayal of something between her and Sebastian. She took it from Cora anyway, feeling the weight of the pouch in her hand, staring at it as if that would somehow give her the answers she needed.
You dont have to, Emeline said. Maybe youre right. Maybe this prince of yours will come. Or maybe youll find another way.
Maybe, Sophia said. She didnt know what to think right then. The idea that she would have a child with Sebastian might be a wonderful thing under other circumstances, might fill her with the joyous prospect of raising a family, settling down, being safe. Here, though, it felt like a challenge that was at least as great as anything theyd faced on the way north. She wasnt sure it was a challenge she could meet.
Where could she raise a child? It wasnt as though she had anywhere to live. She didnt even have a tent of her own at the moment, just the partial shelter of the wagon to keep off the fine drizzle that fell in the darkness and dampened Sophias hair. Theyd even stolen the wagon, so they had to feel a little guilty every time they ate or drank because of how theyd acquired it. Could Sophia spend her whole life stealing? Could she do it while she raised her child?
Maybe she would make it to the grand home in the heart of Monthys, and which lay just ahead. What then? It would be ruins, unfit for any human habitation, let alone a safe place in which to bring up a child. Either that, or there would be people already there, and it would take everything Sophia had just to prove who she was to them.