He could tell how much it hurt her to be sent from Deathbelle, he could relate. It had been hard leaving her after telling her his feelings. Zee slumped to the ground, an unexpected motion from the woman who cared so much about her appearance. Seer crouched down in front of her without invading her space, keeping his eyes cautiously on her, uncertain what she would do next.
She asked him what he had told Deathbelle, and he winched, uncertain if it would be wise to repeat his words. He looked to her for a moment, huddled sadly against the ground, nose pushing against the earth, and decided she deserved to know. “I told her that I love you, and wish to protect you. That I want always to be Deathbelle’s friend, as we have been since childhood. That if she ordered it, I would not take you as my own, but I would still protect you.” he admitted. Would she be angry that he had not fought more for her, that he would bow down if the Empress ordered it? Or would she expect as much from the loyal warrior.
He took a soft breath, and considered his words carefully, what was on his mind in response that was near mutiny. “I would respect her heart and not take you as my own if she ordered it, but if she compreminded your safety, and sent you to one who would hurt you, I would fight for the freedoms of both of us, whether you wanted it or not.” there was that protective streak, that unreasonable part of him, and there was steel in his eyes as he looked down at her, dearing her to protest.
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