Kinda Squicky, BUT, honestly...

You are only phased by this for a second, then you calm back down. Among the nobility it's not entirely uncommon, ~Wasn't entirely uncommon.~ you remind yourself: for fourth and even third cousins to marry and have a passel of brats, and when you get right down to it you and Elisabeth are FAR less closely related than that, with all those 'greats' she piled on there. Perhaps more to the point though, what with the 20 legitimate children and perhaps thousands of bastards you had sired in your previous lifetime it would be kind of hard to find human women who WEREN'T your descendant after 400 years of 'cross pollination'. That doesn't mean you don't have a question or two for your umpteen times removed Granddaughter however.

"If you're my descendant, and you know it, and that's why you weren't supposed to be here, why ARE you here?" You demand quietly, letting go of he wrist and starting to pick your way back through the concentric rings of fallen bodies towards the entrance to the temple proper, making sure she follows.

"Because I am the first woman you are supposed to marry." She replies in a whisper, matching pace with you as you dodge around snoring and quiet forms of your father's sleeping priesthood.

"You do Know I have had five wives already?" You respond in a low tone. ~Actually 13 but only the ones who bore me children and I didn't end up killing count...~ You think to yourself.

"Yes, but I meant for this lifetime." Elisabeth rejoins, picking up the pace as the two of you get free of the ring of sleeping people.

"And what makes you believe that this is the case?" You query, still keeping quiet lest you wake the throng behind you.

"Since I was a child I have been having dreams about this night, and what comes after, and so far, it has gone exactly as the dreams predicted in every particular." Elesabeth replies, brushing her hand over yours, as though starved for the sensation of touch.

You are slightly disturbed by this. You refuse to be ANYONE or ANYTHING's puppet, including destiny, and resolve to break Elisabeth's little prophetic vision string. Seizing her head in your hands you kiss her full on the mouth, and she melts into it like butter over a fire. You suddenly are reminded of your hard on that threatens to turn into priapism, as it throbs painfully where it rubs against her cloth covered belly, which she reaches a hand down to stroke gently, though it just brings you more pain. You break the kiss, looking her in the eyes. "Was THAT in your visions?" You ask, probing to see if she will lie to you.

If she does, her life is forfeit, thus breaking the grip fate has on you, and if she doesn't and she says it WAS, again, you will break free of this trap you have stumbled into.