Dear diary,

I've come to find I'm pregnant with a random dwarve's child after having a one night stand while being drunk off of wine. I usually don't find other men or people in general appealing, but after the cult and the blizzard that overtook the town during winter solstice, I have been enticed with the presence of the dwarven king Brueno BattleHammer. He's short, as a dwarf should be, but charming. His hair is the color of fire, braided neatly. His skin is like stone, but his heart is like water, soft and flowing. He is kind hearted. Oh, my heart! I've never experienced anything like it! I've mated with dozens of men and women, but him? Oh you should've seen him. I was a blood hawk when I met him and I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I danced for him, as a bird! And somehow my embarresment charmed him. I want to go on a date with him, I want to see if I can convince him that I am worthy of being his wife. Maybe he would even accept the child. If not, I could discuss that with him. Alas, i'm getting my hopes up. I need to go speak to him right away!

Yours, Lyra Vinera (Nightal, day 22)

Lyra looked around the inn for her father, Daza. He was in the kitchen. Oh good, I can just sneak past him. She closes her eyes, turning into a mouse and scuttling across the floor swiftly, squeezing under the inn entrance door. Upon going outside, she was hit with a cold breeeze. Huffing, she transforms back into her regular form, hugging the white coat around her shoulders. She brushed her white, wavy hair to the right of her head, and began trekking towards the castle. "It's chilly out today.." Lyra muttered, watching her breath curl in front of her. As she walked, she glanced around, smiling at the beuty of the snow covered land before here. Winter was her favorite when she wasn't wanting to be all warm and cozy. "Nonetheless, I need to get the king. For my child, and my heart." She adds quietly to herself, breathing in deeply and and placing a hand over her stomach. Upon entering the castle, she is stopped by the gaurds. "State your bus-" They stumbled on their words at the sight of her. Lyra flutters her eyelashes at them. "Oh hello gentlemen! I have a meeting with the king and it's very urgent, but I'm lost! Would one of you help me find the way to his throne room?" Lyra says shyly, blushing.(Rolls a 2 on charisma) The gaurds shake their heads. "Sorry las, you may be cute, but not that cute." The gaurd on the right chuckles. Lyra huffs in frustration and storms out of the two towering steel doors. They were engraved with markings and the dwarven language. Bitter cold hits her bare arms again. "Fine. I guess I'll find another way in." Lyra looked around, pondering on where other entrances may be. "I can't fly because of the currents and I don't want to wast magic, sooo.." Lyra's head popped up at an idea, and she began grinning. She spun around on her heel and walked right back into the castle. She transforms into a blood hawk and attempts to zoom past the two gaurds. (Rolled a 1 on acrobatics) Zooming foward, she flies in spirals and tries to dodge them, getting dizzy in the process and getting captured. (Rolled a 10 on acrobatics) Squaking, she bites his hand and he shouts in pain, letting go. In a hurry, she rushes off and turns right, heading towards the throne room. There she finds the king, resting in his throne, his elbow resting on his thigh and his chin resting on his hand. In his other hand, he was reading a book. She lands in front of him and turns back into her form, huffing. The sound of armor clanking erupts from behind her.

A pair of hands grab her. "Hault! I am sorry, your highness." The guards bow and begin dragging her back outside. The king, without looking, lifts a hand, and they let go, standing back and resting their hand on the hilt of their sword. "Er.. your highness, I apologize for the indecency of raiding your castle, but I have something urgent to talk about." Lyra glances back at the guards. "In private, preferably." She adds, bowing. The king set his book down, raising an eyebrow at her. "Ga-" The king began, only to be interupted by a symphony of footsteps down the hall. One by one, the party walks in. Surprisingly, a minotaur and a unrecognizable dragonborn was with them. Lyra straightened, glancing back at them. Who is the minotaur and dragonborn? Lyra thought to herself, her curiousity sparking. "We would like a reward, your majesty, for saving the town from the blizzard and the cult that brought said blizzard. " A red and green feathered aarakocra(bird folk) claimed, stepping foward. He wore black leather with golden seams, accompanied by a black and gold gun. He also wore a large hat that matched his outfit, much like a cowboy. His name is Quaff. The king nods. "Ah, of course. And what would each of you like, within reason?" Quaff clears his throat. "I need assistance crafting something. I would like dwarven blacksmiths to aid me." Quaff states, rocking back on his heels. The king nods. "Done. And you?" He turns his attention to the minotaur. The minotaur steps up shyly. "Uh, just a single gold coin, please.." He says quietly. "Aye? Speak up!" The dwarven king orders. The minotaur jumps a bit in surprise and clears his throat. "A-a gold coin, your majesty." He says louder, glancing away. The king waves one of his guards away to go get one. "As you wish. What else?" The goliath, a giant grey man named Daza, kneeled. "I require winged boots, sir." His voice booms, echoing throughout the room. "Alright. And you, rogue?" The rogue, Keylosia, smirks. "1k gold, if you will." She chuckles, twirling a dagger in her hand. "Hmm." The king strokes his beard for a moment. "Alright, that can be done. And you, dragonborn?" He adds, glancing in her direction. "I want the same thing as the rogue, your higness." She echoed, bowing. "Anyone else?" The unfamiliar dragonborn jumps foward. "Me! My name is Mr.PeanutMan, your majesty. I request the Horn of Blasting, Potion of Vitality, and Ion Stone of leadership. Just three tiny magic items," The bard smiles, his eyes shining. The king nods, ordering the gaurds to retrieve the items. The king looks towards Lyra, his eyes softening. "I already have something for you, my dear." He smiles warmly at her, coming down from the throne itself and kneeling before her. Lyra looks at him in surprise, blushing. "For you, the Periapt of Health. With this, you can not be affected by disease." He stands up, and she kneels down, allowing him to put the necklace on. He leans in. "I look forward to out date." He whispers, stepping back and making his way back to his throne. Lyra stands up, her cheeks flushing. Feeling the eyes of the room on her, she coughs. "Ahm. Yes, well. Thank you, my king." She bows, letting her hair fall over her shoulder and hide her face from everyone else. Mr. Peanut Man clapped suddenly. "Now, for a show!" He cheers, suddenly bursting into square dancing. Every laughs, and the king laughs heartedly. "Aye, you jest! Teach me that dance one day!" He chuckles, clapping.

The dance ends as quickly as it started, and Lyra watches as the party heads back to the in. The only ones in the throne room were the king, his gaurds, and Lyra. She looked over her shoulder at the king in question. "Yes, yes. Let me take you can a walk and we can discuss what you need." He nods, going to her side. He holds up his hand as his gaurds start to follow. "Aye, stay in here." He orders, turning forward and leading her around the castle. Lyra felt her heart flutter as she caught the king admiring her. She turned away, unsure how to react. The king chuckled. "That's adorable, what you do when you get flustered, lass." The king comments, whistling and focusing foward. Lyra blushes harder. "W-well, can we find a place to sit, my k-" "My dear, you can call me Brueno. I hear 'your majesty, your highness, my king' all day. It'd be nice to be casual with someone. And aye, I have a gazibo we can sit at." He smiles warmly at Lyra, and she smiles back. After walking a few halls, they come upon two tall glass doors with steel markings across them. He opens them for her, and she bows, walking out. Outside, there is a white marble path that leads out to a marble gazibo with ivy and lavender hanging from it. The gazibo sits on a frozen lake, surrounded by a forest. Lyra instinctively covers her arms, trying to protect them from the cold. Suddenly, she feels a cloth put on her shoulders. "There ye go, lass. Don't want to catch a cold." He coughs awkwardly, leading her to a bench in the gazibo. She smiles, and takes a seat in front of him. "This doesn't count as our date, firstly!" She remarks. The king puts his hands up innocently. "Of course not!" He chuckles. "Now, what is it you need to talk to me about?"

Lyra looks down, cold dread creeping up on her. Sitting outside in the cold doesn't stop the sweat from beading on her forehead. "Uh. I-i-" she stops, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, focusing on the nature around her, letitng herself get lost in it. Nature's energy always helped soothe her. The king had his arms resting on his thighs, crossed. His blue eyes glowed with worry. "Lass?" He presses softly. Lyra clears her throat, unable to look him in the eyes. "R-right. You know nothing of me and I know nothing of you. But I'm about to tell you something that might change your view on me. All my life, i've never met anyone I loved. I was wild and did crazy things and drank and made mistakes. I met you and I didn't feel like that. You seem very brave and wise and kind hearted. So I guess I'll just get on with this. I got drunk a few days ago and had a one night stand and it turns out I'm pregnant. You can say no and reject me and I'll understand. But I was going to ask for your help. If I could stay here until the baby arrives. Then I can get out of your hair and I won't bother you again. It's asking alot and again, I barely know you and you barely know me. I apologize for being so foward and informal and putting this sudden pressure on you. I'm not asking you to marry me or date me or even considor me you're wife. You can cancel the date if you must. I just need a place for my child to stay, if I don't have an abortion or miscarraige." Lyra looks down in shame. This was foolish I can't believe I said that to someone I don't know, let alone a king.

Breunor's eyes widen and he beings stroking his beard in thought, leaning back. He looks at Lyra for several minutes, enough time to cause Lyra to doubt. I blew my cha- Breunor interrupted her thoughts."I want to learn more about ye, lass. I want to meet this wild side of ye, heh. Mistakes happen and we learn, but a child is not a mistake. I know my daughter wasn't a mistake. The father of your child is, dear. I understand if you don't want said child, lass. I'll support ye. I'll let you stay under one condition; tell me your story." He smirks, and Lyra sighs in relief, her eyes glowing with gratitude. "I can certainly do that, Breunor."