Maybe it was all her fault. She didn't discuss with the Marshal to withdraw before release. She didn't even protest before it was too late. Telling him now was too late, it was no use. Guinevera lay on the bed motionless, even to the wandering fingertips of the man behind her. There was no response, not even a sob, a whimper or pleasure of a moan of ecstasy towards the groping of her breasts. When the Marshal asked his question, she didn't answer, giving him the cold shoulder that would have been his trademark move.<br/><br/>She kept thinking in her mind what the Marshal was going to do next. Would he notice that he did something wrong? Would he notice that Guinevera just didn't feel like talking back? Would he turn her around to see her face streaked with salty tears? As cold as he was, Guinevera expected he would do nothing. She didn't know that he was actually waiting for her to answer, or blurt out a word, a curse at least. Whatever atmosphere of lust and desire was there earlier, was an atmosphere of a quiet room with two people in it.<br/><br/>An arm was slid under her and the Marshal spooned her up to lay her head on a pillow. The Marshal placed his head on the same pillow, but Guinevera prevented herself from jumping to conclusions. Was this a position lovers enjoyed? How about a position which a wife would enjoy with her husband? she asked herself. The idea was there, but would she bring it to life in her head as she did when she imagine the Marshal as her lawfully wedded husband? His arms were around her in a loving way, clinging to her body as if she was a life-size teddy bear. The warmth was that cycled from her body to his and back again was euphoric, but it wasn't right. The Marshal's face would tell it all, whether he was embracing her because he loved her or he was just doing it to make himself feel good, having a sexy lady's body close to his. Guinevera turned her head and looked up at the face of the Marshal. Unfortunately, his eyes were closed and his breathing resembled that of a chronic snorer. It wasn't a good enough answer, and no matter how hard she tried to discern, she wouldn't get her answer tonight.<br/><br/>Carefully, she unlocked the arms that were around her and slid herself out of bed. She wiped her tears with her hands as she silently walked into the bathroom. With a wet cloth, she cleaned herself up as well as washed her face of any evidence that she was crying. She glanced into the mirror and saw the beautiful woman in the reflection. She looked at the woman's belly and placed her hand on her own. Was she really going to bear the Marshal's child? Or will a miracle happen and whatever she worried about turned out to be nothing at all? She couldn't know for sure. Only time would tell. She went back into the bedroom and found an exposed Marshal clearly asleep on the bed. Doing the man a favor, she climbed into bed with him, placing the sheets over their naked bodies. Guinevera lay her head on the man's muscular arm and clung close to the Marshal's torso. She finished by wrapping her legs over the man's legs underneath the sheet. She would let the candles burn out while she dozed off to sleep.