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She was never too far from him. It was hard for her to be separated from him, to keep herself away. She craved his presence, his touch, the way he made her feel. When she was alone, she felt so empty, so lifeless. She just wanted her world to be ignited in fire, to feel the electricity they created together. On this day, the queen was already following her king's scent, approaching him like a magnet, a moth drawn to a flame. By the time he called for her, she only needed to traverse a few metres before emerging from the willow trees. Her heart began to race, pounding against her chest. Something in the air told her that there was more to his call than merely wanting to spend time with her. Was there something important he wanted to discuss with her? The thought itself was somehow exhilarating.

Green-tipped tail swished as she approached him, craning her neck to nuzzle into his cheek, expecting some sort of embrace from his end. She was a needy little thing after all, and being deprived of his touch didn't help either. "I couldn't stay away," she softly confessed, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Perhaps we need more permanent sleeping arrangements?"