Alaric let out a low, rough chuckle. He rested his hand on her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. The teasing light returned to his glowing eyes.
"Is that so?" he murmured, leaning his face close to hers. "So... do you want a boy or a girl for our first one?"
Roslin's breath hitched. A dark, heavy blush spread across her cheeks, but she didn't look away. "A boy," she whispered shyly. "A strong boy with your eyes. But I wouldn't mind a girl."
Alaric watched her. He thought about it for a second. The war was over. The Lannisters were almost defeat. It was the perfect time to not hold backkk.
He reached into his pocket, quietly accessing his System inventory. A small, dark square wrapped in thin paper materialized in his hand.
He held it up between his fingers.
"Then I have something for you," Alaric said softly. He unwrapped the dark square and pressed it gently against her bottom lip.
Roslin looked at the chocolate, then up at him, her eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?"
"A treat," Alaric explained, his voice dropping to a low, heavy whisper. "But it does more than just taste sweet. If you eat this, Roslin... it guarantees you will get pregnant tonight. There is a one hundred percent chance."
Roslin's eyes widened slightly in the dim light of the brazier.
"And," Alaric added, his thumb lightly brushing over her lower lip, "it makes everything feel much better. The heat, the touch... it will make the entire night feel incredibly intense for you."
He didn't force it on her. He just held it there, giving her the choice.
Roslin stared at the dark square for a few seconds. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Then, she reached up, her small fingers wrapping gently around his wrist, and slowly pushed his hand away.
She looked deeply into his eyes, the flickering firelight catching the sudden, fierce sincerity in her gaze. "Though I want a child..." she muttered, her voice soft but resolute, "not through anything like this."
A tender, almost wicked little smile played on her lips. "Let's.. just do it naturally..."
Alaric's surprised by the sudden, fiery determination in the usually shy girl from the Twins. He tossed the chocolate onto the bedside table.
"don't make me wait anymore," Roslin whispered. Her hands gripped the collar of his black tunic, and she pulled him down onto the mattress.
She hadn't taken the magic item, but the sheer desire to forge their future together wiped away all her usual hesitation. She was eager and demanding, pushing his shoulders flat against the mattress and completely taking the lead. Alaric didn't complain. He let her set the pace, matching her sudden, desperate energy.
The encounter lasted for hours. The quiet tent was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing and the steady, rhythmic creak of the bedframe. Alaric obliged her gamble, holding nothing back as the night wore on, giving them every natural chance to conceive.
By the time the first pale light of dawn began to bleed through the heavy canvas of the tent, the fire in the brazier had burned down to embers.
Roslin was still sitting on top of him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She leaned down, her dark hair falling in a messy curtain over her shoulders, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
With a quiet, tired sigh, she slowly lifted herself off him. She looked down at him, her eyes completely relaxed and a deeply satisfied flush on her cheeks.
"If every gamble is like tonight, My Lord," Roslin whispered, her voice thick and husky, "I think I will enjoy the odds."
She looked down at his collarbone and neck. The skin was covered in dark red love bites and small teeth marks she had left behind during her passionate frenzy. A small, proud smile touched her lips. She settled down onto the mattress right beside him, pulling the thick fur blanket over their bare shoulders. She rested her cheek against his chest, kissed him softly on the cheek, and closed her eyes.
"Thank you," she murmured happily.
Alaric reached over and gently gave her soft cheek a small squeeze. He lay there for a minute, staring up at the top of the tent.
"So," Alaric said casually, breaking the quiet. "When should we hold our wedding?"
Roslin's eyes fluttered open. She blinked, looking up at him in confusion.
"I remember I haven't officially married you and Sansa yet," Alaric continued, stroking her bare arm. "We should probably fix that."
Roslin pushed herself up on one elbow, holding the fur blanket against her chest. She frowned, her brow furrowing with sudden worry. "But... isn't that against the Faith of the Seven? A man can only have one wife. You are already officially married to Margaery."
Alaric just looked at her. A slow, highly amused smirk spread across his face.
"Rose," Alaric said, his voice completely confident. "Don't you see? I am the power now."
He reached out and tucked a loose dark curl behind her ear. "What religion is going to stop me? The lords? The High Septon? Half the people in the camp outside just watched me sit inside a wildfire explosion and kill a undead dragon. If the people outside already believe I am a god, I can marry whoever I want."
Roslin stared at him for a second. Slowly, the worry faded from her face, replaced by a soft, easy smile.
She didn't argue. She had seen the green fire. She knew exactly what he was capable of. She lowered herself back down, resting her cheek flat against his bare chest and closing her eyes.
"I don't really care about a wedding anyway," she muttered, her voice completely relaxed. "The Faith, the lords... none of it matters. I just have you. That is enough for me, My Lord."
Alaric ran his hand through her dark hair, feeling her steady heartbeat against his side. He let the quiet of the tent settle over them.
Alaric let out a quiet hum. He moved his hand down to rest directly over hers on her warm stomach.
She pressed one last kiss to his collarbone, completely content.
Alaric waited a few minutes, listening as her breathing slowed down. Slowly, Roslin shifted off his chest, rolling over to sink her head deep into the soft pillow with a lazy, satisfied smile.
With her weight off him, Alaric pushed the thick fur blanket back. The cool morning air hit his skin as he sat up on the edge of the bed.
"I have work to do," Alaric said, keeping his voice low as he reached for his black tunic on the floor. "I can't just sleep the day away like you, my lady."