He let himself gaze at her, seeing her for all of her entirety. He knew her heart, who she had been as a child, and who she had become in adulthood. They had shared many moments together, for he was so often at her side. For much of it he was a silent companion, at her side, a step behind her, submissive and protective of the one he had been given to. He had seen much of her the day she had asked him to be more, in a quiet moment of the old Empire, and he had wanted nothing more then to give himself to her. His loyalty and servitate was too ingrained, and well he wished to give her everything she desired.. This.. this he could not.
He ached to press his nose in the softness of her coat, something he had done so rarely, for their companionship had not been one that allowed such close touch. As he gazed at her so closely, he would see the trepidation in her gaze, and found himself frowning. What could she possibly tell him that would make her nervous? His stomach roiled, and he contemplated, for all of a moment, she she might ask him once more to be his. After all, neither of them had to bow to the whims of her parents any more, she was Empress here. Would he be able to keep up the walls if she asked him, here and now. “--pregnant, Sirius” the last of her words broke his thoughts, and he blinked at her, startled, mute.
He had lost his tongue, he could not remember how one used their mouths to speak. If anything could have been the polar opposite to his thoughts, it was this. Her lips curled up into a smile as she finished her words, and his lips parted. He wished to bare his teeth and growl, but he did not dare make such a gesture in her presence. She had chosen another, and well he had expected it, encouraged it, he wasn’t entirely certain how he was going to come to grips with it.
He breathed softly through his mouth. “Th-then I vow to protect and serve them, as I do you, with love and honour” he whispered, void devoid of emotion.
"Speech"
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