Evra catches his breath, proud of his beautiful and fierce mate. "Fine princesses and princes," he agrees. Then his eyes widen with a start. He'd been thinking of the results of him being raised in position as the escort of the princess, but not considered that his bloodline would be more secure than any other in the city by producing offspring with royalty. Amazing.
And Stheno wants this too, he knows, not pairing for indulgence and leaving offspring far off in the future. "Do you think, this time was...?" he's reluctant to voice the mystery of these things, how some brides swear they can tell when they're kindled.