The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"What's the what, boss man?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I need you to ask Stitches to start brewing up some of that," and here he makes a face as though he's picturing the tonic and how foul it tastes, "fertility tonic."

The tonic in question isn't a guarantee, but it makes things more likely by tricking Coquette's body into thinking it's the right phase to make things fertile. The effect lasts about a week with daily drinking until she has to give at least a week of "fallow time" in between doses. 

"I'm going out to see if there's any drow studs for sale anywhere in the city."

[The Iron Bull]

"Uh-huh." 

Bull taps his chin twice, then lifts a finger as if having an idea. Moving quickly, he heads for his tiny, mostly unused desk in the corner of the room to get something. Striding back, he holds out his hand to Cedric, offering a... sturdy wooden ruler?

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric tilts his head as he takes the ruler. "Huh?"

[The Iron Bull]

"It's for you. To beat 'ta stupid out of yourself."

[Coquette Blacquin]

He snorts, tossing it aside. "Dumbass," he chuckles. "No, seriously. The sooner we get pregnant, the easier a time Zevran will have it."

[The Iron Bull]

"Okay, but, uh, why tho?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

His smile fades as he counts on his fingers: One. "Varisia wants a drow-blood daughter." Two. "Zevran refuses to give me a child." Three. "Cindy told Zevran she'd protect him from the worst of Varisia's wrath." Four. "If Cindy takes on Varisia, it's you who's going to suffer for it."

[The Iron Bull]

A deep, rumbling growl fills the room and Bull starts pacing back and forth. "I wish--" He cuts off, growl resuming. He doesn't reach towards or in any way draw attention to the anklets he never takes off. Fucking bitch. "It shouldn't be on you," he finally grits out.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yeah," says Cedric, with a long sigh. "But that's what I'm here for, right? To make the hard call."

[The Iron Bull]

"Shouldn't be on your sister-selves either," Bull clarifies impatiently, slashing at the air with a hand.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well until I can convince them to run," not likely ever since the girls were born, not to mention ever since they'd started taking in 'strays', "it's gonna keep being on us."

He sighs again, moving to reach for Bull's hand. "Hey. Kiss me for luck before I go?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Should just kill her and be done with it," the merikos minotaur grumbles. He huffs loudly but turns and lifts the much smaller man up by the elbows to kiss him deeply. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric rests his head against Bull's stomach when he's put back down. "I tried. A lot. You know that." Still, as he pulls back, he smiles -- something only Bull's ever seen. Cedric's smile isn't quite like Cindy's troubled, sad smile, or Madam Noire's haughty one. His is shy, hesitant, as if he's not quite sure he's allowed to find happiness, but after a moment of not being rebuked it grows warmer, like a light crystal slowly coming on or a sunrise. It vanishes a moment later, as it's wont to. "You'll talk to Stitches?"

[The Iron Bull]

"When we get back, sure," Bull says, making Cedric realize suddenly that Bull has one very large hand resting on his shoulder.