"Of course," he kissed her sweetly as he laid by her side, turning off the lights and holding her close with a sigh. He could not wait to send out the secret announcements to the other High Lords, to rub it in Rhysands face. He'd take her again tomorrow, remind her she was his. Again, and again. He'd have to see about fertility herbs for her tea, the sooner she was round with his youngling, the easier it would be to keep her chained to him.