Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

The dark figure felt like he did not understand.

Silvertongue loved in one way, and she would not seek to expand on that. She did not wish to be a mother. He did not want to force such a role on her. Crowfeather knew well enough how difficult that was. If she was not meant for it, then she should not have to endure it.

He had thought the same of Germanicus, that he would be a good father. He wondered how the man’s children fared. He wondered how Ruenna enjoyed being married to the Imperator of Mereo. It ached in his heart to imagine it. The length of his body hurt with it.

I’ve- I’ve never done those things, Silvertongue…

Fear cracked his voice.