Premonitions

He listened, he yearned, and he waited. The man faced his wife?s judgement with readiness, prepared for the scrutiny that he would no doubt face from even her. His children, ah, he had failed them in his absence and on top of that, he had even allowed his thrown to slip away whilst she was sick, he had let the wolves of Valhalla become something else entirely, whereas he was to lead them, they had controlled him. Though, with regalia, she would come, understanding and warm, and immediately he would feel the weight he had been so perfectly worried about lift from his shoulders. This, this was perfection, being able to pull oneself from the depths and back to their feet. That was what made it worth it for him.

A smooth question from her elegant lips and he was whisked to thought of nothing more than her, his haughty lust something he dare not deny, and within? an easy moment, he was nodding his head, pushing his chest towards her own, decorating her face in adamant kisses. Wanton lust surrounded him and the king would bring his ears back towards his head as Soleil brought forth another statement, one that was quite frankly, a mood changer. From talking about more children, to his brother. Ironically, it seemed as though he couldn't rid himself of his family. A grunt pushed from his lips, and he nodded his head to her, she would go, of course, and not without him, especially if she were to bare his youth.

Even midst the powerful hunger consummating him for her, he was able to throw away the thoughts of this trip and urgency encompassed him. His right paw would raise and attempt to paw at her chest, pushing her, attempting to move her, so that he could have her. All the while, he refused to cease decorating her with his kisses; his display of love. His openness about her was something that would never cease, not in love, lust, or even in travels to other lands. More children? Yes, he most certainly could.