R O N I N
"Queen? Consider myself corrected," Ronin murmured, the firelight catching on the blue of his eyes, which held hers without question. They might not be her thing and she certainly might not have needed them before, but with winter drawing closer and having... well... nothing to hand, Ronin was determined that Vanya would not want for anything. That need to keep her safe burned brightly inside him with a ferocity that he couldn't put into words, and he let a smile ghost across his lips at the mere thought of the life growing inside her.
He had been about to move when she hit him with a glare from warm, nutmeg eyes, Ronin instantly settling back down and seeming puzzled until she spoke. At that he laughed and gathered her closer into his lap, kissing her curls and sliding his arms around her to hold her more securely. "Your wish, my command," he murmured, inhaling the achingly familiar scent of her and closing his eyes.
"And I love you, Vanya Hali," he murmured. Nothing else really mattered, just then.
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