@winterimbued -- ;
A question that had been decidedly persistent, one that had been niggling at the forefront of his psyche ever since the reality of their marriage sat upon his shoulders. Granted, with every waking moment did he walk into this willingly, wanting nothing to be left to chance. Sitting in the dining room of Bram where he’d asked to see her, the Dracul was, admittedly, nervous.
“Iubita mea, you know I don’t want anything to be a surprise for you, but-- I...wanted to ask if you’d ever want children of our own.”












