Medina just grinned, looking to Calent and then down to Hope. "We weren't lovers the night we made him," she pointed out, smirking. A tilt of her head, she shuffled back on the bed, away from the Grand Duke and her son, looking thoughtful. "You're right though, I should remember my place."
A Mage.
A twin.
An unwedded mother.
The Grand Duke's accidental whore.
Medina pulled her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head, idly braiding her hair. "If we're being blunt and honest, you don't want anything to do with me." Medina smiled, though it was sad, "I can't blame you for that." Going quiet for a few moments, she took a deep breath, staring down at the bed. "Why would you want to lay with me for more children? You don't want to. So... Why? Why do that to yourself?" A tilt of her head, curious.