Lia hadn't left the comfort of her own room since the news of her pregnancy. She hid at the slightest sound of a servant or guard coming by and only ate when she absolutely had to knowing that the Lord wouldn't let her starve out until he was through with her. She would pick at the food, but most times the meals were never finished. To her, this was the worse thing that could happen. She didn't accept the idea and barely could come to terms with it despite the time that passed. Only difference was her ability to eat. She ate more but still the meals never finished.
She had been curled up in bed, back towards the door when she heard the faint sound of another coming. Within moments she had gone back to hiding under the bed, still unwilling to meet anyone who came nearby even in passing. At times like this she preferred the comfort of the space hidden away than on top and vulnerable. At least there she felt safe. The demoness figured it was another meal being delivered or a guard making sure she was still alive. She had let the tip of her tail peep out from under the bed as an indication she was still there. It was their unspoken way of having them be able to check without bothering her.
She had been curled up in bed, back towards the door when she heard the faint sound of another coming. Within moments she had gone back to hiding under the bed, still unwilling to meet anyone who came nearby even in passing. At times like this she preferred the comfort of the space hidden away than on top and vulnerable. At least there she felt safe. The demoness figured it was another meal being delivered or a guard making sure she was still alive. She had let the tip of her tail peep out from under the bed as an indication she was still there. It was their unspoken way of having them be able to check without bothering her.
