i wont lie

Archon held her tightly to himself, she felt safe in his arms despite the tumultuous feelings swirling in her breast. She couldn’t help but let her guard down, to submit to his whims and wills and allow herself freedom. Only for a night though. She had an Empire to run, and her duty was to her name and to her subjects. Not to hear heart. Sirius flashed before her eyes and how he had rejected her twice. Her heart hurt from it, and she buried her head deeper into his fur.

What was this? It didn’t feel like love, not like how she yearned to be with Seer. She wanted Archon desperately though, his huge form meant to be close beside her own. What did she want to call it. He pressed his forehead into hers and mismatched ears fell to her skull as she pushed against him. Deathbelle held him desperately. ”I don’t know.” She muttered quietly, thinking of Sirius and of Hannibal’s eager advances. ”Would you want this.. forever?” Belle whispered half to herself and half to the man who held her tight.

She still didn’t feel settled about his second woman, not that she had any right, but it bothered her. Did she want to officially tie herself to Archon’s side, out of duty and of lust? What benefits could they produce if Ashen’s Empress was married off? She had taken up leadership of her family and pack, but could she see herself making a vow to the Abaraxas Lord?