Morning Sickness
Deathbelle
07-17-2019, 11:25 AM
Zee hummed thoughtfully as the pair lay, imagining the tiny masters who would grow to become fierce and unyielding commanders. She wondered on how they might look - would they inherit their father's woodsy palate or the distinctive tones and markings of the Klein? There was so much to wonder on and get excited for, Zee wished they could come now. Her Empress said something she was not expecting, then. Zee would be free to make those choices on her own? Her brows furrowed in confusion, looking to Belle worriedly. Since when was a slave permitted to mate and birth a litter as they pleased? Zee had heard rumors of a slave master in the pack who would be tasked with breeding the perfect servant. Was it only because of her position as Deathbelle's handmaiden that she would be afforded that kindness? Zee meant to ask further, but her mistress continued and threw a wrench in things. "However much i would enjoy seeing your children become to my children as you are to me." Did... did she mean, a slave? Would her pups be raised to serve the Klein Empire, beaten and bullied when they spoke in a way deemed disrespectful? Or did she mean only that her children would grow to be a loving friend? Zee was taken aback and did not know what to say. "Me too." She responded carefully, unwilling to bring her concerns to her Empress' attention. She spoke of her life and love, and Zee jumped on it in hopes to shed her mind of the thoughts of her little servant babies. "Mistress you are the most beautiful and powerful wolf I know, if you want a man then you can have him. Nothing could ever keep you from what you desire, your pack will stand at your back to defend your right to anything." Zee wondered who perhaps the Empress loved so desperately that to choose Archon was a consolation prize, though she didn't feel it was appropriate to ask. "Speech" "Thinking" "You." |