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Princess Rona Leavold (hisambitiousone) wrote in watchers_rp,

Bourne knew how to make her blush, that much was certain, and Rona gave him a playful nudge with her shoulder when he just made her cheeks turn redder. "Did you know you were such a poet before then?" she asked, "or did the words come to you only after you saw my face?" Watchers but she was glad Rune and Freja would not hear him saying such things. They'd never let her live it down no matter that Bourne was her husband and they all were grown adults instead of children playing in the halls of Wintermoon.

Cedrych made a bit of a face at the mention of the beautiful daughters, though he couldn't hide his pleasure at being called handsome. "I still want a little brother," he informed his parents. "He could play with me in the yards. We'd do something that wasn't tea parties." Yet he was still pretending to drink from the cup that Hera had dutifully "refilled".

"We will see, my little love," Rona told Cedrych, reaching out to smooth back his dark curls with a gentle smile.

Rona gave a slight nod of her head to Bourne, knowing he wouldn't have insisted but wishing to make certain he knew nonetheless. All it took was one time for her not to say something for it to possibly be taken as alright all the time, and Rona wished for no misunderstandings she could avoid. The last thing she wanted was a marriage fraught with pitfalls. "Then I will make sure tomorrow night is for you," she assured him, resting her hand over his larger one and giving it a squeeze.