Secrets. It seemed sometimes as though the entire war had been built on secrets; that secrets and their revealing were the reason so many people were going to die. But some secrets could not be kept. They cut too deeply, were held too tightly, and all too soon, they slipped through the fingers of those who clutched at them. Ariana knew secrets only too well. She would never hold anyone accountable for a secret intended to protect others from harm, as the people she loved had done for her for so many years.
In the wake of Rory's quiet confession to her, she simply smiled, drawing him into her arms as she kissed his cheek. "You have family, rua," she told him, careful to keep the envy from her voice and eyes as she held him. "That is truly wonderful."
"Maybe," he replied with an uncertain frown, even as she drew him close. He had tried to consider her feelings in this, knowing it might hurt her to know he had family when she had none, but secrets had a way of unraveling eventually and hurting those they had been meant to protect, and he wanted no secrets from Ariana, of all people. "I suppose it is up to Arora," he added. If the Doma wanted him to be part of her life - if she wanted Ariana and their child to be part of her life - she would have to say so.
"Not maybe," Ariana insisted gently. "Rory, you have family, living family. Not just out there in the world, but walking here beside you. I would give anything to have known my parents, even for a little while; even if they had never spoken to me, or looked at me, even if they had never acknowledged I was theirs ....they would still have been there, my link to a past that stretches for centuries." Her hand curled into his, holding on tightly. "Whether Arora admits to your relationship or not, she is your mother. You know she is your mother, and you will always know that. You have a sister, and your bloodline has a future already growing in her womb. That is wonderful."
"And we'll have a child of our own someday," he added with a soft smile, touching his fingers to her cheek, wanting her to be happy for him, but wanting her to realize that this wasn't just about him - it was about her, too. "My family is your family, Ari. Liayna and Conall and Arora. Mila and Dalan love you like a daughter, and Liam and Shaye and Kari love you, too. There is no shortage of people who care for you, lea." He didn't think he needed to point out that he loved her, too, or that they would likely have a child sooner rather than later. He thought it a little ironic how not long ago she could have been making this very same argument regarding his lack of family.
Suspicious wetness glistened in her eyes as he spoke, her voice thick for a moment as she hugged herself to him. "Our family, then," she agreed softly, nestling close to him. Her lips brushed his throat tenderly, a part of her regretting that they had to remain reasonably presentable until after this meeting with Arora. "Are you sure you want me to be here?" she asked him quietly.
He smiled and exhaled a sigh of relief as she agreed, his arms going around her to hold her close. His breath caught a moment as her lips touched his throat. Though still a little shy and awkward, they were slowly getting more comfortable with each other, and it didn't take much for the spark to catch fire again. He nodded his head in reply to her question before finding his voice again. "I want there to be no secrets between us," he said, but there was another reason besides that one for him to want her there to witness.
She raised her head, looking up into his eyes. "There has only ever been one secret between us, and you kept it for my safety," she reminded him gently. "That is the only reason I would ever keep a secret from you - to keep you safe. Everything I am is yours, rua, I swear it."
"Not even to keep me safe, lea. I want no secrets between us ever," he told her, meeting her gaze solemnly. While they might keep some secrets from the rest of Arctra, he wanted there to be no secrets between them. "And everything I am is yours," he countered, in a soft voice, tracing her cheek with a gentle fingertip. "I don't think I can do this alone, Ari," he admitted with a faint frown.
"You will never be alone," she promised him. "Not so long as I draw breath." She drew him down to her, forehead to forehead, one hand resting lovingly over his heart. "I will always be with you." She breathed him in, slow and steady, more than content to fill herself with him as they waited for his mother to join them.
"Nor will you," he promised in return, his voice quiet as he rested his forehead against hers. "I love you so much, lea," he whispered, almost afraid to say the words out loud, as though saying them might break some sort of spell. "I'm scared, Ari," he admitted, though he wasn't quite sure what he was afraid of. It wasn't Arora he was afraid of exactly, so much as her reaction to his knowing the truth, and then there was the coming battle.
Her eyes opened, blue as the summer sky, holding his gaze with heartbreaking honesty. "So am I," she confessed to him in return. "But being afraid doesn't have to paralyze you, Rory. I've been afraid all my life. The only thing I'm not afraid of is you, and the way I feel about you. I think, if I have you, I can face anything."
But that was exactly what he was afraid of - losing her and becoming lost himself. He didn't think he could live without her anymore; he didn't want to live without her. It was only after he'd met her that life had been worth living. "I'm afraid of the battle, Ariana. I'm not afraid for myself, but for you. I'm afraid of losing you. I can't live without you, Ari. I won't live without you."
She caught his face between her hands. "You won't lose me. There are thirty thousand people out there who have sworn to die before you will ever have to think of losing me. There are eight thousand clansmen and women who are marching with us for the same reason. Rory, I'm more afraid for you than I am for myself. I can't do this without you. Don't you dare die on me."
"I have no intention of dying, Ariana, not when I have so much to live for," he told her, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. "We have so much to live for. And we're going to have a child someday." Because Kari was never wrong, or so he'd been told. "We're going to defeat Velasca, and we're going to restore peace to all of Arctra." He truly believed that, though he wished it could be done without the shedding of so much blood.
She nodded, tightening her arms around him. "I'll hold you to that," she told him, her voice soft but fervent. "I'll hold you forever, if you'll let me." She smiled, knowing it was almost guaranteed that he would, but always happy to hear him say so.
A low cough announced itself from outside the tent, one of the Tarven clanswomen announcing, "The Doma of Clan Kirun, Majesty."
He was about to respond in kind when they were interrupted by the announcement that Arora had arrived. He touched a brief kiss to Ariana's lips and whispered a quick, "I love you," before moving to his feet and tugging her up beside him so they could properly greet the Doma. He drew a deep breath to gather his courage, his stomach tied in knots, though he was trying to remain as calm as possible.
Ariana smiled as he kissed her, drawn up onto her feet as she called out to the guard to allow Arora inside. The Doma bent to enter the tent, shaking the snow from her boots before coming within. She regarded them there, standing close, hands touching, and a small smile touched her face as she inclined her head. "Majesty," she greeted Ariana. "Lord Consort. I have come, as you bid me."
In the wake of Rory's quiet confession to her, she simply smiled, drawing him into her arms as she kissed his cheek. "You have family, rua," she told him, careful to keep the envy from her voice and eyes as she held him. "That is truly wonderful."
"Maybe," he replied with an uncertain frown, even as she drew him close. He had tried to consider her feelings in this, knowing it might hurt her to know he had family when she had none, but secrets had a way of unraveling eventually and hurting those they had been meant to protect, and he wanted no secrets from Ariana, of all people. "I suppose it is up to Arora," he added. If the Doma wanted him to be part of her life - if she wanted Ariana and their child to be part of her life - she would have to say so.
"Not maybe," Ariana insisted gently. "Rory, you have family, living family. Not just out there in the world, but walking here beside you. I would give anything to have known my parents, even for a little while; even if they had never spoken to me, or looked at me, even if they had never acknowledged I was theirs ....they would still have been there, my link to a past that stretches for centuries." Her hand curled into his, holding on tightly. "Whether Arora admits to your relationship or not, she is your mother. You know she is your mother, and you will always know that. You have a sister, and your bloodline has a future already growing in her womb. That is wonderful."
"And we'll have a child of our own someday," he added with a soft smile, touching his fingers to her cheek, wanting her to be happy for him, but wanting her to realize that this wasn't just about him - it was about her, too. "My family is your family, Ari. Liayna and Conall and Arora. Mila and Dalan love you like a daughter, and Liam and Shaye and Kari love you, too. There is no shortage of people who care for you, lea." He didn't think he needed to point out that he loved her, too, or that they would likely have a child sooner rather than later. He thought it a little ironic how not long ago she could have been making this very same argument regarding his lack of family.
Suspicious wetness glistened in her eyes as he spoke, her voice thick for a moment as she hugged herself to him. "Our family, then," she agreed softly, nestling close to him. Her lips brushed his throat tenderly, a part of her regretting that they had to remain reasonably presentable until after this meeting with Arora. "Are you sure you want me to be here?" she asked him quietly.
He smiled and exhaled a sigh of relief as she agreed, his arms going around her to hold her close. His breath caught a moment as her lips touched his throat. Though still a little shy and awkward, they were slowly getting more comfortable with each other, and it didn't take much for the spark to catch fire again. He nodded his head in reply to her question before finding his voice again. "I want there to be no secrets between us," he said, but there was another reason besides that one for him to want her there to witness.
She raised her head, looking up into his eyes. "There has only ever been one secret between us, and you kept it for my safety," she reminded him gently. "That is the only reason I would ever keep a secret from you - to keep you safe. Everything I am is yours, rua, I swear it."
"Not even to keep me safe, lea. I want no secrets between us ever," he told her, meeting her gaze solemnly. While they might keep some secrets from the rest of Arctra, he wanted there to be no secrets between them. "And everything I am is yours," he countered, in a soft voice, tracing her cheek with a gentle fingertip. "I don't think I can do this alone, Ari," he admitted with a faint frown.
"You will never be alone," she promised him. "Not so long as I draw breath." She drew him down to her, forehead to forehead, one hand resting lovingly over his heart. "I will always be with you." She breathed him in, slow and steady, more than content to fill herself with him as they waited for his mother to join them.
"Nor will you," he promised in return, his voice quiet as he rested his forehead against hers. "I love you so much, lea," he whispered, almost afraid to say the words out loud, as though saying them might break some sort of spell. "I'm scared, Ari," he admitted, though he wasn't quite sure what he was afraid of. It wasn't Arora he was afraid of exactly, so much as her reaction to his knowing the truth, and then there was the coming battle.
Her eyes opened, blue as the summer sky, holding his gaze with heartbreaking honesty. "So am I," she confessed to him in return. "But being afraid doesn't have to paralyze you, Rory. I've been afraid all my life. The only thing I'm not afraid of is you, and the way I feel about you. I think, if I have you, I can face anything."
But that was exactly what he was afraid of - losing her and becoming lost himself. He didn't think he could live without her anymore; he didn't want to live without her. It was only after he'd met her that life had been worth living. "I'm afraid of the battle, Ariana. I'm not afraid for myself, but for you. I'm afraid of losing you. I can't live without you, Ari. I won't live without you."
She caught his face between her hands. "You won't lose me. There are thirty thousand people out there who have sworn to die before you will ever have to think of losing me. There are eight thousand clansmen and women who are marching with us for the same reason. Rory, I'm more afraid for you than I am for myself. I can't do this without you. Don't you dare die on me."
"I have no intention of dying, Ariana, not when I have so much to live for," he told her, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. "We have so much to live for. And we're going to have a child someday." Because Kari was never wrong, or so he'd been told. "We're going to defeat Velasca, and we're going to restore peace to all of Arctra." He truly believed that, though he wished it could be done without the shedding of so much blood.
She nodded, tightening her arms around him. "I'll hold you to that," she told him, her voice soft but fervent. "I'll hold you forever, if you'll let me." She smiled, knowing it was almost guaranteed that he would, but always happy to hear him say so.
A low cough announced itself from outside the tent, one of the Tarven clanswomen announcing, "The Doma of Clan Kirun, Majesty."
He was about to respond in kind when they were interrupted by the announcement that Arora had arrived. He touched a brief kiss to Ariana's lips and whispered a quick, "I love you," before moving to his feet and tugging her up beside him so they could properly greet the Doma. He drew a deep breath to gather his courage, his stomach tied in knots, though he was trying to remain as calm as possible.
Ariana smiled as he kissed her, drawn up onto her feet as she called out to the guard to allow Arora inside. The Doma bent to enter the tent, shaking the snow from her boots before coming within. She regarded them there, standing close, hands touching, and a small smile touched her face as she inclined her head. "Majesty," she greeted Ariana. "Lord Consort. I have come, as you bid me."