Let them see our Fire

Sometimes he wished the world had not grown, that it could have remained simple, and pleasant. When he was nothing but a slave of the Ashen Empire, and Deathbelle a Princess with no weight of the world upon her shoulders. She had been more selfish back then, with a love for life. She had lived for herself, and he had lived to be in her presence. Here, she had responsibilities that weighed her down, aged her. She knew so much loss, the loss of parents, of homeland and husband. He had tried to shield her from all, and in the end he had shielded her from nothing.

“I understand” Sirius said, though he did not fully dismiss the idea either. He liked the idea of having young warriors on a rotation guard of the Empress. It would be a learning curve for those wolves, and a great deal of responsibility to boot. It would also ensure the Empress always had protection. He tried to hide the thoughts running rampant in his eyes, he would give her no further reason to shoot down his idea. He sat back down on his hunches, attention on the Empress, giving her a chance to mull over the idea if his pack