Circe didn’t know how to react when Antonin told her that her daughter died. It was pain unlike anything she experienced before, even with the attack on her life. She wanted a daughter desperately and to know now that she may not because she just lost this one and who knew what Antonin would do? It was a lot to take in. Though she would have to now admit that she deserved every moment of his anger should it fall upon her. She chose another man and left Antonin to pick up the pieces of her broken body. She deserved what he would do, or what she assumed he would do.
Instead he shocked her. He was going to place her daughter in the family cemetery and gave her his surname? Her eyes watered in confusion for his acceptance but she was more than grateful that he would do such a thing for her. “Antonin..” His name left her lips in a soft, horse tone as she tried to express her gratitude, but he continued saying that it wasn’t the only obstacle. That Fenrir had nearly ripped her in two and she would have to face not only scarring but possible side effects of Fenrir’s disease?
For the first time she was ashamed of being with Fenrir. Her free hand moved up from her side to touch the bandages on her neck and flinched slightly realizing that it was still a tender area despite all the healing that they did to restore her body to a nearly normal state. It made more tears start to fall as she realized it was real, that Fenrir really did try and kill her. That she was close to death because she chose the man she thought she belonged with.
As Antonin kissed her hand she looked over at him her hand tightening in his to show her affection for him as well. But he said he would care for her and she couldn’t help but feel more affection for him well up inside of her. Why was he doing this for her? Why was he willing to overlook the fact that she was pregnant to someone else, was nearly killed and now in the hospital, deserving of his anger? Yet he wasn’t showing anger, only what some might see in him as his ‘love’ even if it was still distant. This was as much love as she saw from Antonin in a long time.
He asked his question and Circe slowly nodded, not from hesitation but from being sore. “I want to be your wife, Antonin,” was returned to him as she held his hand tighter than before. “If you will still have me as your own, I would be what you need.” Circe was now seeing more than she ever had before maybe it was her all along that was the problem. She ran from Antonin’s anger, she ran from the relationship but maybe she shouldn’t have? Antonin never actually killed her or brought her this close, no matter how much of a rage he had, yet Fenrir who claimed to love her more sent her near death.
“Antonin…” She spoke softly as more tears surfaced and fell. “Will you forgive me, please?” The words were sincere, maybe she really had been wrong. She wasn’t sure Antonin would, she wouldn’t have forgiven him if he did what she had with another woman, but that was unfortunately something she would have to live with. To know she was unfaithful when Antonin was a proper husband and even accepted her mistakes as his own. “If you would have it I—will provide you with another child and share my bed with you as you deserve.”