He perches on his throne, robust frame slacked against the back of the decorated seat. Hand pats his knee to suggest she sit with him. โI believe we're centuries overdue for this dialogue. Let's have it.โ A sigh rolling heavily past thin taught tiers. โWould you be prepared for Olympian โ
"N..no, Nothing like that.. Just uh.." Seeing him so calm is making her even more flustered.. "Have you.. ever wanted a child?"