Falling inside the black

Kaitlyn was having a harder time traveling now that they were in the North. It was cold, and the small girl was freezing. She shivered every so often, sticking as close to Luc as she practically hopped through the snow, rather than trudge through it. It was getting harder as she was getting tired, but she dared not complain. She felt… strangely content. Strangely safe under the care of this man now. Sure she’d been scared at first… but there was something about the thought she might bare his children that was comforting. Something that would bind them together…

She didn’t have to fear being alone anymore. Even if she didn’t have babies yet she would eventually… and when she did she’d keep them safe. She’d raise them to be the most precious little ones, close and loyal to their kin, but as dangerous and deadly as their father. Kaitlyn looked up at Luc every so often, her tail swishing lightly against her legs.

When Luc stopped the femme did so as well, breathing out in a frosty breath before heading to Luc’s side. She didn’t need to be told twice, and she pressed against him slightly as another shiver ran through her body. “Thank you.” Kait whispered softly, fluffing up her coat against the cold. It was almost a shame how easily she was swayed… but to her Luc was someone who loved her. Someone who would want her to be safe and help raise their children. It didn’t matter if they were some fancy rank in the royalty system or not. They’d be hers… they’d be her new family and she’d never be alone ever again.

Katie’s stomach rumbled, and as food was offered to her she lowered her head to the fowl with ears twitching happily. She nibbled only a little though before lifting her head and looking at Luc thoughtfully. She wasn’t sure what to call him yet… he’d not given a name and she’d not given hers. Even still she felt bonded with him… a deeper bond than she’d ever felt with anyone before.

“My King?” Kaitlyn spoke up softly, hoping that she wasn’t bugging him with all her conversation attempts. “Thank you… for choosing me.” Her words were truly grateful, and no longer did they hold that same level of fear when she first met him. She felt safe, though still bore that submissive nature about him.