awkward talk

Zee remembered well the moment only seasons ago that Deathbelle had allowed Sirius to slip from her grasp. She had to let go of another wolf she fell in love with. She wondered if she wasn’t meant to find her other half. Deathbelle hoped for the courtship with Hannibal to turn into something real. She saw the change in him, saw the devotion in his eye along with the adoration. He could be her one and only, Belle just had to take that leap of faith.

Her once handmaiden tried to convince her that she should follow her heart, to do something for herself. Deathbelle couldn’t help the sad whine that slipped from her dark lips. She buried her features into Zee’s blue tinted coat. She shook her head into the queen’s fur as she tried to rid herself of her thoughts. ”I indulged in my selfish wants when I married Archon.” She confessed through hoarse vocals. ”I can’t. I have to think of Ashen first or…” Or I’ll lose the one love completely.

She hadn’t confessed these thoughts to anyone, not even Iolaire. Her fear that the next time she allowed herself to commit to someone or something because she wanted to, not for the good of the pack and family, she would lose them in a terrible way just like Archon was stolen from her.