Doubt and hesitation do creep into his expression, but what they veil, after a moment, is sympathy and love and longing. He cares for her; he cannot make himself do otherwise. It's hard to imagine loving anyone else while she's in the world.
It's simple.
"You're my queen."
But he is used to not getting what he wants. If he does, then he is used to finding a sting in it. He had wanted her for five turns of the moon, then found joy in their love, real joy, something of which he has not seen much. That in itself makes him luckier than most, he knows.
Then he had learned why it was wrong, and now, it's a wound. His heart is all torn up, nothing but scars, and still, it can ache and ache. Past that, he fears for her -- for her pain, and for what she might do.
cw incest for the rest of the thread (I assume anyone reading this knows that already)
It's simple.
"You're my queen."
But he is used to not getting what he wants. If he does, then he is used to finding a sting in it. He had wanted her for five turns of the moon, then found joy in their love, real joy, something of which he has not seen much. That in itself makes him luckier than most, he knows.
Then he had learned why it was wrong, and now, it's a wound. His heart is all torn up, nothing but scars, and still, it can ache and ache. Past that, he fears for her -- for her pain, and for what she might do.