Whitebark Stream red sun rises

she was a princess. keyword was. but he took her word for it — was it really his right to judge so harshly? had he taken a look at himself?

is she in saatsine too? he asked then, quirking a brow. how did she become a courtesan? did she leave? these questions were perhaps invasive, but such a fact went right over veksar's head.

not when she said he'd guessed right, and that she was pregnant. he wasn't sure how to react, at first, and looked at her rather dumbly until it really clicked in his head. he had to remind himself they weren't blackfell's, or else... oh, he didn't know what he would've done.

congratulations, he finally said. and no. i'm... looking?