He looked around the room, taking slow breaths, his eyes sometimes peeking at the exposed cleavage of his cute bride-to-be.
'She has been working extremely hard; the Vesta makes these books, some seem to be from the bookstore, but most are handmade...'
Stella seemed to think his silence was against the idea, or that he thought she didn't consider things enough and continued her piece.
"But without forces and the ability to protect what we have, how can I ever have such a blessing?"
Her voice was filled with certainty, and he knew she was serious.
'How can she be so straightforward?'
"I want to join your army, and I want to lead a division of Vesta. I will be your wife, the mother of your children, and your most trusted Cardinal and warrior, so you can't complain!"
"I see... so that's your motive."
"Yes, darling, so can I?"
