"Now I have destroyed the one person who ever made me feel what I have always wanted to feel."
Oberon staggered backward, feeling an overwhelming weakness wash over him. He bit his lip, his eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and sadness.
"How could you be so... Why did you not refuse her? You had to betray her trust?!" he shouted, making a move to charge at Neriah.
But Neriah quickly stepped in, raising a hand to stop him. "Wait... I... think she might be pregnant," he said, his voice faltering as he avoided Oberon's piercing gaze.
Oberon stopped short, furrowing his brows in disbelief. "What?"
Neriah nodded slowly. "She... all I want is for her to come home with me. Trust me when I say I mean no harm to her," he pleaded, his tone desperate.
Oberon turned away abruptly, clenching his fists as he struggled to control the urge to attack. "She is not going anywhere with you!" he growled, his voice trembling with restrained fury.
