*Senya*
Sitting in the library, before a hearth as empty as my womb, I sip the brandy, wondering if I have ever known such desolation and despair, such shame and disappointment in myself. When it came right down to it, I had been unable to go through with my plans to take his seed into my body, because he had been so adamant that he has no desire to bring a child into the world. I hadn't even been aware ways to avoid impregnating a woman existed. Why, then, are there so many bastards ? Why are so many children orphans ? Why don't all men take precautions ?
Even knowing his child would not have been labeled a bastard, that he or she would have been considered the legitimate heir of Serdal, I hadn’t been able to place my own wants and needs above Aaron's. I had felt the tension in him incr
