We'll fight until you forget who you belong to

Deathbelle had finally killed any romantic feeling she might have had for Sirius when he and Zee had denied her an instant answer in her proposal after the two of them split from the main empire to create the Armada. She didn’t forget the pain of loss and the denial of the one thing she had always wanted but could never have. Despite being under his blue gaze, the Empress had her attention fully on the man under her care.

Dove didn’t hesitate to engage her in the conversation, and she saw it as a win that his gaze reached up to hers. She gave him a soft smile, but his eyes moved to Sirius as she offered her question. Her own lilac gaze turned to the warlord and his own need for care. She sighed softly, and ears swiveled in Dove’s direction to indicate she was listening to him, turned her attention to Sirius and patching him up.

The two of them hadn’t been this close in a long time, and with movements that seemed more intimate than they aught to be the ivory splashed Empress cleaned Sirius’s open wounds. She was mostly ignored as the answer to her question was directed to the Warlord. Working just as swiftly she finished making him whole as Dove’s attention returned to her.

She grinned politely and nodded her head softly. ”You’re welcome, Dove.” Though she’d been called and instructed by her once bodyguard she truly meant her words. For a few moments she wasn’t the leader of an Empire.