What makes a family

I don’t fault you for asking, Little Phenoix” he said, a fond smile playing on his titan lips as he pulled himself a little closer. He ignored the aching of his mostly healed leg as he placed his head on the ground before her, looking up at his Empress with a smile. “I’ve always wanted to make you happy, and always feared I would be your misery.” he said softly, thinking of long nights as her guard, tossing thoughts back and forth as she had made her attraction to him known. Never had he been worthy, not as a slave, another cog in the great wheel of the Empire.

Now he was a King, one who owed sovereignty to the Empress. He would always be below her in the hierarchy, that was right and gave logic to his world. It was where he wanted to be, but he was a slave no longer. He loved Zee, the Queen at his side, who would always be his wife, but he loved Deathbelle to. What she had asked of them… it gave them a glimpse of the perfect world. Would it ever work? He didn’t know, but he was willing to try.

He leaned a little closer, kissing the paw of his Empress, something he had done many times before, and there was a hint of his old humor in his eyes as he looked up to his Empress. “You rise from the Ashes of all the world has thrown at you, be and Zee, we are honoured to have you in our lives.”