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It's only been five days since they shut her up in here, and Anantae has already run out of books.
She considers demanding more. Her parents don't know magic exists, don't know she's a witch (she made carefully sure of that) but they know she's headstrong, know she's good at getting her way when it suits her enough.
It will certainly suit her enough before she gives birth. She's not thrilled about being pregnant at all, but she's even less enthusiastic about the idea of having a baby and then having it taken from her.
She puts her finished book aside and flops back on the bed and sighs and ponders the feasibility of inducing miscarriage by witchcraft and passing it off as natural. She's not convinced yet she can do it without seriously hurting herself, but maybe she'll think of something clever.
