Yeah...that's kind of what he was thinking, at least, in some regard. Sweeney dares to loosen his embrace; not abandoning her, but bending to kiss her tenderly. When he breaks from her, he keeps his face close.

"My love, I'm not gonna leave ya ta suffer it alone. We'll figure this out." Sweeney wets his lip.

"We'll track down this maid an' follow the rumor back ta the root." And punish whoever needs to be. A breath later, another idea springs up.

"I'll stay here 'til the babe is born. I'll send a general in my place." Back out into the field he'd just come from. He keeps his gaze intense, even as he walks through the plan as he makes it.

"I'll share our bed e'ery night. Keep a pair'a guards posted at the door." His eyes roll briefly beneath their lids, long enough to make his point. "Always some reason ta do that." One that doesn't involve 'serving as witness that he's not stepping out on her'.

"I'll see you attend meetin's, if that's what ya want." Even if it's not exactly orthodox. "I don't want anyone ta doubt I value you fer more than heirs." Sweeney pauses to tuck an errant curl back where it belongs.

"Yer my queen." His inflection implies that she's that because he chooses her, not because he owns her. "I don't need someone else, whether or not yer belly is full."