Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

Something felt wrong, the moment she’d called out. She half expected Valravn to appear out of nowhere and usher her home- reminding her that she actually had no desire to have children this year. 

Desire lingered, faintly, even when she caught sight of a man who came to answer. He wasn’t her age, by the looks of him- and she wondered if perhaps he might be disappointed to see her; she didn’t consider herself to be a conventional beauty, though such a thing certainly ran in her family. 

She felt green, inexperienced beneath the warmth of his gaze, but sought to retain her composure by lifting her chin slightly. With a slightly uncertain smile, she summoned the courage to speak. ”You ‘ave…come to be wid me, hmm?” That was how this works, right?