"It will be fine, my love. Do not worry," she crooned.
"How can it be fine, Selene? What if we made a child?"
She made a small hum low in her throat.
"That is my dearest wish."
He fell back against the pillow, bitter tears clawing against his eyelids. Surely, if there had been any hope for him, it was gone now. He'd marry her, install her at Llyan, then he'd be off, perhaps to Outre Mer again, or anywhere where an enemy sword could find him, deliver a death blow his traitorous body could not heal.
"My love." Her voice was so low, he barely heard her over his own bitter musings.
"Yes?"
"There's one more thing you should know."
How could there be anything else? Not after this.
"What?"
"Tonight is the new moon. And the sun has just started to set."
She heard his curse as he tried t
