As they finished up their meal, a warm silence fell upon them. Both thinking of the future, from the buildings and people to their own homes and the little feet that would run through it. While Xutag was more than happy with two or three children, Heart came from a large family in which multiples were born. He had no doubt that they would end up with a set of twins sooner or later. He also wondered what they would look like.
“What are you thinking about so strongly over there?” The woman asked with a tilt of her head.
“I was just trying to picture what our kids would look like, that’s all.” The Orc answered, somewhat distracted.
“Our first born will most likely be a spitting image of one of us. That is the way of the royal family. Daughters mimic their mothers, sons their fathers. Afte
