with one headlight

The sleepiness was mostly gone now that his concern had shown through. Would Deathbelle understand why he was so concerned? He hated things he couldn’t control, things he couldn’t beat into submission with his own impressive power. There were too many unknowns in this world, he couldn’t fix death, or nature, or bring children where none could be brought.

His Empress met his blue gaze, and he felt her question in them, through she did not react, nor ask them. Instead she would tell him what he wished to know, and he sighed softly. Just once? He had taken Zee to bed multiple times now, and she was yet to bloom with child. What if… when he had almost died, what if the injured has rendered him impotent?

“I believe she could manage it, with some training and time. She has charisma, determination and a great deal of strength”