Patience

A smile would twinkle upon his face as she scooted closer to him, teasing that planning was boring. Planning was perhaps his whole life - except in the realm of children. How funny it was that the one thing he hadn't planned had been perhaps the most wonderful thing to ever happen to him in his entire life. She mentioned keeping themselves under control when her heat came in the winter, to which he gave a laugh. "Or maybe we won't," he teased, nipping at her ear flirtatiously. Of course he knew they would have to, or risk having more children while their own were scarcely six months old. What insanity that would be! Still, with all this talk of love-making the king found the burning in his loins quite difficult to ignore. "It's been so long," he would whisper into her ear in effort to keep their playing children from hearing. Winter was coming soon, and they would have to wait yet another season - though clearly it didn't always matter what season it was. Tongue would seek her warm flesh repeatedly, finding his desire for her becoming more persistent now thanks to the line of conversation they had begun.


"Speech,"