Born for Silk (The Cradled Common)

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Aster

The white beam scans my body, from crown to toes, as it does every first-light but unlike every other time, when I try to leave, the door doesn’t open.

I stand at the blockade, waiting for it to move or click. I push it and stand back, stare at it. Glare. “Paisley?”

Am I in trouble?

Has Master Cairo returned?

I know a Silk Girl’s room is sacred, but Ana’s Watcher seemed to approve as I made progress. And Ana eventually left her mattress. It is not like I spent the night with her. She still had her privacy. I only moved from reading and accompanying the other Silk Girls to completing a puzzle with Ana.

Has he returned?

The door opens, and I step backward a few paces as Paisley rushes into the space.

“Aster!” She locks my arms by my sides in an awkward hug, I think. I think she is hugging me. I don’t mind.

I chuckle. “What is it?”

She pushes me out in front of her, holding my shoulders. “You’re pregnant, Aster.” She nods, joy bouncing around her expression, and I let the words sink in. “Your ovum has implanted. Oh, my,”—her eyes widen— “I need to get the news to Sire. And Master Cairo and—” Her hands slide down my arms, releasing me. She begins to pace. “You need a Guardian. Yes. You need one because everyone knows, Aster. They know who you are. It isn’t safe. And the baby will grow fast. Sire outgrew his?—”

“His womb at six months,” I say, remembering this from my studies. If the Silk Girl is Common, they remove the babes with a higher Xin De genus surgically before seven months to prevent Xin De Maternal deaths, but Sire, he was so big they incubated him in the sixth month.

All of a sudden, my heartbeat is in my ears, and it’s all I can hear and feel. The pulse is in my neck, and I wish his hand was wrapped protectively around my throat. So he could feel the flutter. Know my emotions. So he could hold me. I miss him, even though he was never mine.

But I do have Meaningful Purpose.

“I have Meaningful Purpose,” I whisper, a string of words I have waited my entire life to say. I hear the phrase filter through the drone between my temples, its certainty and meaning lifting my lips at each corner.

I touch my smile. “Paisley,” I say and grab her hand, stopping her from pacing. “Stop. You know. Who else knows? Everyone? What does this mean?”

Frazzled, she stills, gaping at me. “I don’t know. As far as I’m aware, this has never happened before. You are not even meant to converse with the lords, Aster.” She grips her forehead, distress building in her eyes. “I am at fault. I should have… I don’t know. Watched better. Informed you better.”

I pull her in for another hug. “No. You are not at fault.”

“During this term”—she speaks over my shoulder, truths pouring from her— “a Silk Girl has become pregnant outside of The Circle and before Sire even started, a lord has died, and the heir is no longer a secret. I don’t know what this means for us, or where to go from here.”

“Please,” I say into her hair, “Don’t panic. I’m pregnant, Paisley.” I let her go and find her worried gaze. “I’m pregnant. This is good news.”

“I’m sorry.” She shakes herself. “This is my first pregnancy, too. Let’s get you fed first, and I will go to the Trade Connect Building and get the message to the Black Matter Tower and the Half-tower where Master Cairo is.” She inhales and exhales, letting herself relax. “I only want to keep you and the heir safe. I am so happy for you, for us—for The Cradle.”