Hoshor Plains don't need nobody

Sorry for the wait. I was trying to see how the thread with Rakharo would go before I continued so things would make sense.

Lavakho sighed in relief when she said that he had not hurt her. While Rakharo had told him he was disappointed in his actions, he did not privy Lavakho to the fact that the slave was to avoid him. All he made clear was that the bloodline would remain pure before changing the subject and giving him, of all things, a promotion. Judging that it wasn't wise to push the subject of the slave at the time Lavakho left it at that.

"He didn't tell me," he responded, secretly happy that it hadn't been her choice to avoid him. "But he did tell me; if I have any bastards with you, they'll die." His gaze shifted down to the dirt in shame. "Please tell me you aren't pregnant," he added desperately. Although he had never been the fatherly type, loosing his own blood would come with a heavy cost. One that Lavakho didn't know if he could truly bear.