CXXXIX: the dinner

"I . . ." she began but she held back. 

He waited patiently t listen to what she had to say but seeing that she stopped, he looked even more interested in hearing what she had to say. 

"What do you want to say?" he asked her calmly as he made himself comfortable to eat with her. 

"I want to join the war. My uncle trained me to be as good as an elite soldier in his kingdom so I can go with you," she tried to persuade him as she also made herself comfortable to begin eating. 

He placed his hand over hers and smiled warmly. "I want a son from you," he told her very softly. 

She bit her lower lip and pulled her hand away from his. The warmth that was once there disappeared immediately. She swallowed before giving him a slow nod. 

"You will give me the son, right?" 

"I will since it is my duty as the king's wife," she told him after a few seconds of silence and enduring his gaze.