I hesitated.
“And in the event that we don’t have children of our own… he would be fit to sit on that throne one day.”
The words landed between us with weight.
Not expectation.
Possibility.
Thoren stared at me like I’d just said something monumental.
“You’re thinking about succession.”
“I’m thinking about the kingdom,” I said simply. “And about the future. We don’t know what life will bring. We don’t know what’s guaranteed.”
He stepped into my space then, hands settling on my hips.
“You think we won’t have children?”
I lifted a shoulder slightly. “I think life has surprised me more than once.”
His gaze darkened slowly.
“Oh, you’ll be having my child,” he said lowly.
I blinked.
“Thoren—”
“If I have to unload in you every day to make it happen, I will.”
My mouth fell open.
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