In the quiet solitude of her thoughts, if Ara were to confront the absolute truth within herself, she realized that she couldn't even begin to fathom what a romantic gesture from John would look like. Would it be a morbid gift like a severed hand in the mail? Or perhaps a violent act of vengeance against anyone who dared to insult her?
She turned to him, curiosity in her eyes, "What will happen when you find a suitable wife, a woman capable of bearing your future offspring?"
With a nonchalant shrug, he replied, "I suppose the logical sequence would be to marry her and then proceed to ensure she conceives until she is able to bear my children. Though not necessarily in that order."
Her heart pounded in her chest as she asked, "And what will become of me then?"
John turned to face her fu
