it's in your blood and it's in your making

He blinked, heart thrumming in his chest, and took a moment to let her words register. She was giving him a respite, turning back to humor, pulling her head away from the chaste kiss. He glanced at her Amethyst gaze, and offered a half smile. He had a feeling both were thinking similar things. How different life might have been. And he loved Deathbelle, he truly did, but his feelings for Zee went beyond anything tangible. The thought of anybody else being with his Wife could set him into a frenzy of rage. He lowered his lids with a soft sigh, wishing he could give this woman he loved what she wanted, but knowing there was no promise he could give her, except for the loyalty she already possessed.

He offered her another light smile, reigning in his thoughts, and responding to her enquiry. “My Adversary heirs are a sight to behold, but I fear Mortis is too soft, and Azure is too harsh. He is a little like me, before I mellowed. But worse, perhaps. I fear he does not care for the pack, and if he leads that will be his undoing. “ Deathbelle was an Empress, a ruler, and she had found the balance of both knowing it, and loving her subjects. She could be harsh, yet soft. He knew she inspired love from those she ruled.