What a question there is in such a simple statement. In this, between them, and on what a huge occasion this was. An heir, an heir for Talonhold. To bind her to this place permanently.

But the one thing, the one thing that makes her so tense, so unsure in her precarious position of what should otherwise be such a wonderful position. Looking down at her, it bubbles up. Letting her hands being held so securely, how much that is.

How she worries it might be snatched away as others had once tried to snatch away their happiness, with rumours. Pressing, praying on her mind like a ravenous beast. "It is yours. I promise, it is yours. No other hand has touched me, no other has known me intimately, it is only you who knows the secrets parts of my body - I would cut it from them if they tried."