Redsand Canyon Zestasiá

I do not think you will be, Arsenio mused quietly.

It would not make sense for the Roman to withhold children from his wife. If he believed he wanted to establish roots with her, make a family with her, it only made sense that they should begin right away. It was not his place to speculate, but he did. The redstone man wished for his children to grow with friends and to be socialized.

You know, you will have young ears to listen to your tales, my love. What kinds will you tell them?

Happiness danced in the glacial blue of his eyes. He would gladly be put to sleep by her words, held against her warmth.