Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

live as a widow? andras was surprised; in his own sect, he had never mandated such a thing, at least not for the stock. it mattered not — they were to recouple as soon as possible, to grow with new children in the next year whether they sought it or not.
but he sees now a soft, delicate expression of feeling, of sorrow, of regret. she came to him as one would to a confessional, as if she were clutching prayer beads in a white-knuckled fist. already, she sought his guidance as a figurehead of god — as a prophet.
but he mustn't get too eager. there is honor in doing such a thing, his expression deepens into a soft, glowing smile before it drops down to the boys at her swollen breast. but you have already moved forward. it is more worthwhile to embrace that than to shut the door upon yourself. do not do as i did.
i spent many moons in complete isolation when i lost my beloved. there were many opportunities i missed, many different paths i could have taken. mourn for a time, integrate it into your life; keep his spirit alive through your actions! but do not let it control you. god does not want to punish his children for healing, for moving forward.
why would she not want to? she is young and fertile, clearly; there are many sons to be built from her pretty body, and now andras saw himself rearing them from her until she became useless dead stock. perhaps afterward he would have to take a trophy from her to honor her service to him. ah, it was a pleasant fantasy — his spine secretly ripples with the shockwave of shivers.