Moira's Guest Chambers

Conn groaned low in his sleep. He'd just had a hell of a dream, because that's what it had to have been. Like Moira he had no doubt that what had happened hadn't been real. There was just no way that he could have done that sort of thing in real life. And then his eyes blinked open slowly when he heard a whispered voice beside him. He hadn't recognized her voice at first, so when he woke up to see her face hovering nearby and noted almost immediately that they were both naked...He jerked upwards with a curse. "SHIT," was literally the first word that sprang from his lips. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he muttered as he sprang out of the bed, completely forgetting his naked state in the panic that rose in his chest. "Oh gods. Please tell me this is real. I don't need to be looking over my shoulder for some two bit assassin or waiting for war to come knocking on my door. My kingdom has seen enough of that in recent years," he groaned out loud, not even realizing that he was putting voice to his thoughts in his panic. Suddenly he whirled around and faced Moira, hoping that there was some chance that this hadn't actually happened...That it was just a coincidence that they had woken up naked next to each other. "Please tell me what I think just happened didn't actually happen," he said on a groan, pain etched across his face. It wasn't that he disliked the woman; not in the slightest, but he couldn't bear the thought that he might have just done what he thought he had done. Because he had a lot of respect for the woman, and he was afraid that her husband might try something stupid; like hiring an assassin or some shit. He distinctly recalled her saying at one point that Cahir was the type of man who would sleep with whoever he wanted to, but if she even looked at another man in the wrong way he would go ape shit.

He starred at her when she asked if this was what waking up next to him felt like. Was she serious right now? How could she even ask a question like that at this point in time? He ran his hand through his hair in an overly stressed out manner while she acted like there was nothing wrong with this situation. How the fuck she could remain calm in a situation like this was completely beyond him. Then again, he really wasn't know for remaining calm when he panicked. Thank the gods he didn't tend to panic like this when he was at war. It was just that shit like this; shit that he thought deserved a little bit of emotion, made him freak the fuck out. When she said "you don't know," he starred at her stupidly. What didn't he know? What the fuck was she talking about? And then she said it. Her husband was dead. The relief that washed over him at that statement was so instant and profound that he found himself practically collapsing onto the bed. "Gods. That would have been great to know like..two weeks ago," he said with a groan. And then he realized that he'd just made a complete ass of himself and turned extremely sheepish. "I'm sorry," he said to her before he reached out to grab her hand and tug her to him, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss to the top of her head if she didn't fight him off. "I feel like such an asshole right now," he'd mumble either way.