Though not formally betrothed, you reveled in your nightly pleasures with Tiberius. Beneath the sheets of his own bed, you both lay bare. With your eyes shut, Tiberius held you closely from behind, attempting to catch your breaths. Absentmindedly, he played with your fingertips, brushing his nails up and down your hand until his palm settled on your midriff. "Are you with child?" His words were soft and his intuition always amazed you; even though only a moon had passed, yet he sensed it.