Lotharn listened and was trying to understand what she was talking about. Surely Allasea had not come all the way to the East to resume Pegawen's training. There was more to it then that he was sure. Something like that would not have had the two go off alone to talk. He went over in his mind of what she had said and noted t he catch in her voice when she mentioned her parents. It was as if something was wrong there. The comment that she made about being like Allasea and what she said Allasea made about her being her mothers' daughter. That is when he reached a hand up to her face and turned it to look at him. He finally realized what she had been trying to say. "Allasea is your mother." he said softly. "So why does that seem to bother you so much. Her name is renowned in the Elvin Lands to the West and is greatly respected and honored. You should be proud to have a mother as her. Though why she had let others raise Pegawen was another matter. There had been others like Allasea th at had taken to the forests and lived lives away from the Elvin Communities. They helped protect them from all sorts of invaders or those wishing to cause problems for the Elves. To raise a daughter away from others was something that would have been cruel. But not to let her know that she was her mother and why she had given her care over to others was strange. Was there something she was trying to hide at the time? Something that Pegawen would have considered bad. "What else did she tell you in the gardens?" he asked.<br/><br/>Thorgan raised a brow when she spoke of the differnt concerns humans and Elves had about sleeping in the same bed, and more so when she said she was accustomed to sharing a bedroll with other women and men. Now that was something he had not known about the Elvin people. Women were not really warriors in his kingdom or any other human kingdom, except for a few harty ones that went out adventuring. Most were bowmen, finding the bow more useful then the sword. Swords and armor usually had to be weighted different for a woman, and even though they learned to use them a mans strength was hard to over come. But that was surely not the case of Allassiel. She wielded his sword with the strength of a man and her skill with a blade was more then he had seen in any man. He grinned at the thought of someone trying anything with her she did not wish, elf or human. He would be missing something very important and she would not blink an eye about it.<br/><br/>He took her hand and followed her to t he bed. Removing his armor and sword and dagger he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots. Then he moved further onto the bed and laid down and awaited for Allassiel to join him. The temptation to do something was there and it took all of his willpower not to do anything stupid. But he did want to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him as they lay there beneath the blankets. How he had longed for such a woman as her. He had never thought that he would ever see one like her in his life, but there she was. He moved his hand over the leather of t he band she had given him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could feel the beat of his heard quicken as he gazed upon her. One day and hopefully sooner then later, she would be his wife and the Queen of his Kingdom when his father passed the rule to him. She already was the Queen of his heart.