a single strand on the tapestry

She tilted her head slightly as the sound of foot falls on the grass and a rustling of branches brought her the form she sought. Hannibal’s sculpted form parted the foliage to press against her side affectionately. A shiver ran up her spine as his teeth brushed against her skin, she flicked her alabaster tail against his hips in subtle surprise. ”Hannibal!” Her voice further projected mock outrage at his eager touch.

Her brother’s pale form shifted away from her so that their eyes might meet. His dual tone gaze reflected the moonlight as he pretended to hide his true intentions. She might have given in to him right then, she felt so desperate for a loving embrace. Sirius would not touch her, nor did she wish to be hurt by his rejection again. Archon, though he’d sired his pups, held no real love for her either. They held a great amount of mutual respect, and it didn't go any further than that.Hannibal loved her unconditionally.

”Sirius, you are dismissed.” She winked at the slightly older Klein, her servant was likely within earshot. Now the two of them could.. talk with no interruptions. Belle started by pressing herself against his chest, lowering her head to tuck it snugly beneath his chin. She held tightly to him, allowing herself to feel at home again. She relaxed against him, breathing in his scent and gaining control of her emotions. The pregnancy made it a difficult task. The Empress sighed softly as she finally let her brother go. ”Come down to my den, I have a few things we need to discuss.” She said softly before burying her features into the snow fur of his neck. If he allowed Belle would lead him down the ravine and to her newly finished den.

Mostly finished den. There were still a few tweaks, but it was becoming the palace she wanted. The face was mostly sheer, with hanging mosses and green plants all over the cool stone. On the far left side the falls that fed into the ravine’s stream. The entrance a hole in the rocks in a triangular shape. She hadn’t lost contact with him through their whole walk, with the stream nearby her sunning rock was a perfect place to talk. Once the sun took back over they could retreat to the den.

”Have you spoken to Archon yet?” She lowered herself to the cool of the stone, her royal form spilled out luxuriously over its surface. Belle motioned for him to join her.