Family, Duty, Future
07-09-2019, 05:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2019, 06:00 PM by Circe I.)
Although she did her best to squash it, Circe couldn't suppress the twinge of excitement that fluttered her heart. Archon was firmly convinced that his designs were bearing fruit and with the power of that conviction naturally came a renewed sense of duty for Circe. Or the appearance of it, rather. If Archon was right and this alliance with the Kleins bore fruit then Circe, if she had properly ingratiated herself with the family, would have amble opportunities to prosper herself. She'd been thinking of ways to do this when her heat decided to come early. This had given her an idea. By Abraxas standards she was a bit of an old maid anyway, so if she were to become pregnant by a Klein she could kill two birds with one stone. And with Archon's own brood swarming around, Circe was confident she could hand her brats off most of the time. So, with her plan fully formed, Circe had gone to Archon. She'd told him what she thought he would want to hear; that her early heat must have been god's will, that they needed to further strengthen their ties with the Kleins. Of course he had agreed. How could he not? All of that scheming had led to this moment. Accompanying her to a secluded spot far from prying eyes was Hannibal Klein, the male whose wounds she had tended not that long ago. It had all been decided; he would be the father of her children. All there was left to do was the obvious. |
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