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Word Count: 340
A Kiss for Shelter
No Room to Argue
While she knew they had not shared the bed- for a moment she was thrown into panic and doubt.
What had happened the night before?
Why dear gods was she now wrapped in his blankets- in his bed?
Oh. A blush spilled across her cheeks as she recalled how he had pulled her close, arm resting against one side of her waist.
Yet he brought her back from the abyss when he informed her, "You will reside in the manor from now on."
She gaped at him, dark eyes round. It took her a moment to fight back her shock at such an abrupt ruling to give way to protest.
"That was not our agreement!" She insisted desperately, now clutching the sheets to her chest if only to ground herself.
"Our deal is no longer practical. You lack the foundations of reiatsu control, which while understandable cannot be overlooked now."
"You can't just make this decision on your own! We agreed-," She shook her head, voice raised in bordering anger.
"You are a danger to yourself as well as to the child in this state," He cut her off as he rose with regal grace to his feet. He turned to her and gave her the full effect of his gaze, "Until you can learn how to regulate your own emotions so as not to disrupt the reiatsu now housed within you, you will remain close in order to stabilize it."
Her face now reflected her awareness. And with this awareness came both fear and guilt. She lowered her eyes as her hands fell to her lap.
"Forgive me, my lord," She murmured, keeping her eyes downcast, "I believe I understand… But I… cannot stay in your rooms."
Looming over her now, a step from his pallet his gaze softened minutely, "I did not say you must inhabit the same rooms… There are plenty you might choose from-,"
She looked up then and he was admittedly startled by her look of decisiveness, "As far from the central chambers as possible."