The only girl that could talk to him
01-03-2016, 12:40 PM
He was swift to come and curl at her side, a comforting touch as she struggled with her body and the trials it would put her through. He was sweet, offering her gentle affections as she told him about her well being, and the possibilities of what they meant. She'd lean into his touch, pausing leaving the suspense lingering in the air as she hesitated. She'd whine softly as he prompted her, finally wanting to know why she felt the way she did. Isolde had to steel herself, she couldn't know what his reaction was especially after he'd told her his vow. No matter what he said she was sure taht she'd made him break it, she would have never asked for him if she'd known. Now she had to face the music and tell him what they'd done. He had to ask her, and she wouldn't with hold longer than that. "Gethin, I'm pregnant." Her voice was as uncertain as her gaze as she sought to find his. She didn't know what reaction she would get, and braced herself for anything. Speech |
