Aramon watched the shadow of his ruler for a bit as she prepared herself for the day, eternally debating how to broach the subject that really brought him here. Forcing his attention to his saber, he absently rubbed at a dull spot on it's brass cup hilt.
"Indeed, Your Grace. Rumors already circulate about who might have... made you ill. Your Grace... Selenia, many of your court hold you above common human things, especially the new nobles of the Order of the Black Swan. They view you as the living embodiment of the Xavax Imperium. If the person in question is of lesser rank, it might hurt noble opinion of you and Xavax itself."
Aramon straightened his back and stares at the side of the tent across from him.
"Consider my offer, Your Grace, if face needs to be saved. Nothing need to change between us privately."
Selenia paused briefly as the Arbiter's words registered. To preserve her modesty, her image, her honor, Aramon was volunteering to announce himself as the father of her child.
She resumed dressing, saying nothing until she was satisfied with her appearance. She buckled her weapons to her waste and stepped around the partition. Aramon rose respectfully, his massive, savage form seeming to fill the room. Selenia had to look up at him to find his eyes, and when she did, she spoke. "Arbiter Aramon, " she said, speaking with deliberate pace, "I am not ill. I am with child. And not by accident, but by choice. My choice. And do you know what else I am?" She stepped in closer to him, her voice rising in volume, but sharp and cool as the steel she wielded. "I am the single most powerful person on the this continent. By the time this war is over, I'll be wearing the crowns of my enemies resized as anklets! The only opinions I am subject to are my own, and I need no man to protect my virtue."
By this point, her chest was a hair's breadth from his, and her eyes bored into his own. She allowed time to slip, Aramon remained impassive, shielding his thoughts. She did not expect him to break or back down, nor would she have wanted that. Once she felt she'd made her point, she cracked a grin, backed away, and allowed herself to soften. " I do appreciate it the spirit of your offer Aramon. But the only thing that matters about this child's parentage is that I shall be it's mother."
She flipped her hair, ending the discussion as she stretched her neck. "Now then," she said, slipping her arm into his and cocked her head, "how about you escort your Xerarch to review the troops we have here in this miserable backwater of a province?"
He had little choice in the matter, as his 5'5 ruler was already pulling him outside.