Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

Love you still?

The man looked at her, baffled. Arsenio had not been certain if she had been asking him, though he hoped that she already knew. He hoped that he had only imagined the breath of a question on her tongue and that she had been speaking with assuredness. 

My love, my sweetest, my most eleímon Tamar… I could not stop loving you for anything.

Ah, but he could only look at her with fondness in his gaze. The sweetness of her was something to marvel at. Tamar was not only a vessel to carry children. She was his wife! Arsenio did not make such a choice lightly. She had captured his heart, his soul, and he would not have her even toy with the thought that her ability to bear children would play any part in such a thing.

There is time, my love. Time to decide if that is something you wish for. I told the Roman that it was your choice, to have children. Arsenio gazed at her for a moment before realizing that his words could have sounded peculiar.

Not that I do not desire children. I would love them dearly and tenderly, and they would never want for anything in all their lives. But you would be the one to carry them. To give them life.

The man sighed softly, admiring Tamar with a smile and a sweep of his eyes.

There is time. All the time you wish for.