Gilded Bay When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

He'd never be certain. Surely as his own first time came about in his youth, Rosencrantz had fathered before. Nameless faces in a crowd, all just to get some tail and satisfy a need. A primal desire that had him stop at nothing from obtaining a moment of pleasure with any female who was either equally desperate or swindled by his lies and shallow charm. It felt like a lifetime ago, a different man, a different boy - he was almost a stranger in his own damn body these days. 

But he too was growing older. After this year, he would have perhaps what... two, maybe three left for the chance of watching his own grow. To be a part of their lives. Something to chain him here, to Rusalka by choice, by near request. Meeting her in steps, he stepped closer too. Sure-footed without hesitance on his part. I've never been more positive.

She was not his wife, nor would she ever be, but he was sure he'd be happy to watch her be the mother of his child.