The Knight's Prisoner (Medieval Discipline 1)

“I know. I'm just so happy.” His eyes teared up again. Every time he'd lain with her since her miscarriage, he'd feared losing her as a result of another pregnancy. They still hadn't obtained the penny royal she required. To know that danger was no longer a concern was a gift; to learn of a child was overwhelming joy. He stood and picked her up as if she were the most delicate flower in danger of being crushed. She looped her arms around his neck and tilted her head back for a kiss. He obliged, sealing his lips to hers reverentially in a solemn pledge of his undying love for her and their future child.

“I love you, little flower.”

She rubbed the scarred side of his face, and it filled him with warmth. “I am yours, Ferrum. Yours, alone.”