"It will be fine, my love. Do not worry," she crooned.

"How can it be fine, Selene? What if we made a child?"

She made a small hum low in her throat.

"That is my dearest wish."

He fell back against the pillow, bitter tears clawing against his eyelids. Surely, if there had been any hope for him, it was gone now. He'd marry her, install her at Llyan, then he'd be off, perhaps to Outre Mer again, or anywhere where an enemy sword could find him, deliver a ...