Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

His strides were slow, almost hesitant on finding the woman despite his desire, his need to find out the truth. Though should she have found mate without him realizing until now, he wasn't certain if he could forget the roan woman any time soon, but certain of one thing - he wasn't home-wrecker. The knight had to be certain that he had to stop his flirtatious ways should she be taken. 

As he wandered, she eventually came into sight. If he could feel the pit in his stomach, Hiero would feel quite nauseous, but instead, he could only feel the thoughts and feelings that whirred around in his brain. They were numbing, his thoughts were blurred and mushed into one amalgamation and yet he had to keep walking forward. With a smile on his lips he couldn't help but think that even with the belly, she was as breathtaking as ever - even if they weren't his... should it bulge with life. 

Gently he approached, clearing his throat to try and catch her attention as he sat at a respectable distance - for once, he would not cloud her presence in fear he would be... well, encroaching on a relationship. Greetings Constable. Shit, how should he start all of this? She already didn't return his affections... so how should he start this without sounding accusatory or jealous?