The long road

They couldn’t ever know what might have been. What might have been if Sirius hadn’t been raised a slave, or if they’d never been separated. If she had not met Archon and he’d not fallen for Zeitgeist. Deathbelle tried not to dwell on their past as he assured her, with his own massive paw over her dainty digits, that she had his undying respect. Despite everything the Empress could still look into his eyes and call him her friend. The one she trusted the most in the world, as it had been since childhood.

She smiled lightly into her tea and pulled her paw back to her chest as Sirius’s attention was turned towards his tea. ”I love you, Sirius.” she told him softly, her royal purple stare still remaining on her paws. It was a statement she knew that he was well aware of, but saying it every now and then didn’t hurt quite so bad anymore.