Boudoir Glamour Inc. #93

So, dearest daughter, I will explain my night of first joining with your mother in words from my world. Suitable for younger children.

I know your intellect is advanced, but this is a tradition of me and my people.

I knew little of your mother's forbearance, until we were approved in marriage. Until we were alone together that night.

Somehow only the words 'beloved' had become our expression for each other.

That was the night I heard her name. That night I learned the name of her nature "Propitious Will of Virtue". Spoken in a language I have never mastered. Which is why I call her "Virty" when the three of us are alone.

Why I call her 'beloved' in public.

That night she swept away any concern I had for my former life and former name. My name is 'Beloved' now. I never doubted my blessing in being claimed by her.

Time is hard to gauge when she holds me close. Her presence is like pleasant light water.

They have said that we were together in the canvas tent for week. It was enough time.

You were conceived.