Theron tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he repeated his question, his voice soft but insistent. He'd only been at the brothel for a few days, but the rumours about the "golden goose" had already reached his ears. The name was infamous, tied to someone with an irresistible allure, and that someone was Rin.
Theron had never imagined Rin, the sharp-tongued, fiercely independent man he knew, would end up as a courtesan. It didn't add up, and his mind raced with possibilities.
'Maybe he was forced into this life, Theron thought. Or maybe he has a debt to pay, no way to settle it as a commoner,'
He just wanted to check Rin's health, to make sure he was holding up under the strain of everything he'd been through. But Rin wasn't making it easy, dodging his attempts with a stubbornness that only raised more questions.
'Could he be... pregnant?'
