Sorry if this is a bit short but I am suffering from finals brain slugishness. I can hardly put 2 and 2 together but I just had to write a chapter for you guys. Ignore any typos unless they are major and feel free to tell me to review this again if it makes no sense. And if you have time pop a review in there like so many amazing people do that would be great. Maybe that would make me more willing to get off my butt and type down a chapter or two (honestly if I can write a 4 page analysis on a book I hardly read, I can figure this out).

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Bedroom talk

"So let get this straight... the Seeker, has the three boxes of Orden and if you don't manage to get at least one away from him... we are all dead?" she asked him as she lay on his chest.

His breathing was steady despite their possible danger but his heart was racing. Sure enough it should be racing a bit, what with her laying on him and all, but it was really racing. She let her hands run along him in an attempt to calm him.

"Well, put simply, yes. But don't worry, I have a plan. You'll not be harmed because of me, I won't allow that." He said, his voice straining to stay steady and calm.

"It isn't me I am the most worried about, though I can't be much help now that I can hardly light a candle with magic, I just don't want you to get hurt. The last time you met with the Seeker he nicked you with his sword. One more second and he could have...."she gushed.

She wasn't afraid to let him know that she was afraid for him; after all she would be a really cold bitch if she wasn't. She was so afraid that the Seeker was going to end up killing him this time. Rahl wasn't one to be too worried about getting run through with a sword but that was exactly why she worried more about him. He was hardly as cautious as he should be. She just wanted him to send his minions out to do his work and him to stay home, safe with her.

"Oh Shara, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me; I won't actually be killed by him. That is just what is said to happen, but I know about it so it won't really happen any time soon," he said, sounding arrogant even though he was just trying to comfort him.

"Don't be stupid! If a prophecy is made that the Seeker will kill you, then he will unless you kill him first! Don't be an arrogant fool, not this time at least. It might cost you your life and I will be widowed all too soon. And then I'll have to kill myself before they try to kill me, do you want me to die?" she scolded.

"No."

"Then please, please be careful with yourself."

She kissed him lightly and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Trust me, I'll be careful. I promise you, but I must stop him. You have to understand that," he muttered soothingly, as if to a frightened child, which was exactly what she felt like at the moment.

"Why do you have to go? Why can't you just let your solders handle it? That is why you have them, "she asked childishly.

"Because then too many people would die for me and it would kill me to have to tell the families. I've had enough with seeing mothers and wives fall to the ground in tears because I just told them that their son or husband has been killed for me. I hate the look they give me. The way they all blame the deaths on me makes me feel so...guilty," he said, his voice cracking.

She kissed him a few times and hugged him close. Now it was her turn too comfort him and console him. She knows how guilty it felt and it had slowly been affecting her too. She couldn't imagine how hard this all must be for him; after all he was hardly the blood thirsty tyrant that everyone portrayed him as. He really was just doing what he thought was right for the good of his people and she supported him all the way.

Behind the hard, tough facade, he was a kind and gentle man that cared deeply for his people. She had seen him on more than one occasion in shambles because of what he had had to do or had had to witness. Sometimes things happen and he reacts a bit rashly but then again, who doesn't that happen to? Everyone has their faults and his was simply a touch of madness at times. That was hardly a reason for people to blame everything on him the way they did. Not everything was his fault, he couldn't control was all of his minions did now could he? In her opinion, they were all being just a little bit too critical and not even bothering to put themselves in his shoes for even a moment.

"Soon this will all be over and we'll live in peace. Our children will not have to suffer in this world as many have and they will never know what chaos is like," Rahl said, rambling slightly to himself.

She agreed and let him ramble on and on about how great the world would be when this was all over. She knew it helped him so she would facilitate it. She really did want to have her children in a more peaceful time but at the same time she just wanted to give Rahl a son even if it was in the middle of a full blown war.

Once he was done, they sat there in silence for a bit. She snuggled up close to him and kissed him lightly on his collarbone. Her hands ran along his chiselled chest and she grinned like a mad cat.

"Speaking about children....... if you plan on having any maybe you should spend less time away from me, and my bed," she proposed to him innocently.

He smirked as he pulled her up to have her straddle his chest. She covered his chest, neck and face with kisses and all he had to do was lay there. This lazy pace suited him well for the present time and he found himself stroking her arm slowly. She kissed just the right spot and pressed against just the right pace and he was on fire. He startled to kiss back and pull her against him. There was too much space between them the way they were positioned so he flipped her so that he could rest between her legs as they kissed. Her breasts, her lips, her hands.... yes this was better. He felt hot despite his lack of clothing and let his lips and hands wander. He grinned and smirked ever time so let out a wordless sound.

"Well then darling, I might just have to consider that fact and make sure that I stay here as much as possible."

He became occupied with kissing places other than her lips so she was free to talk and breath heavily.

"You better. I can't make children out of thin air and people are harping at me to produce an heir. D'you know how annoying all of those snoopy, old hags are? I just wanna...."

"Woman."

"Yes?"

"You talk way too much for your own good sometimes."

He let instinct take over as he attempted to make a child with his wife.


Are your cheeks hot yet? mine are rereading this :)