Kiss of an Empress

Even through her many feelings Zee could tell he was trying, though with this much hurt bottled up inside she was not in the state of mind to accept any compromise. Deathbelle herself could be here, stating her intent to step down from the throne and leave Boreas forever and Zee would find it hard to let that relief into her heart. She could feel his teeth gently crossing her skin, though it felt like his arms were further away. His soothing presence was fading as her anger flared once more, and her teeth bared against his fur.

"Right." She snapped back sarcastically. "Like a change of name will ever pull us from the shadow of the Empire. You're acting like she will just allow us to leave or that leaving would free you from your obligations as her 'shield'." Special emphasis was placed upon the word, her tone bitter once more. Once upon a time calling Sirius her shield would have been accurate, but that was not how Zee would label a man she lusted for.

"If she was to refuse, do you intend to fight her? Her son, he would rip the muzzle from any of our wolves if given the opportunity. Would you dare to take from him an appendage in return, with what that would mean to Deathbelle?" Already the boy had sent one of their wolves home in tears, calling her a lowly dog. Her son had come to her, asking what he could do to defend her honor and Zee had been forced to reign him in for the sake of the prince. "And if the Klein bitch herself snuck through our borders and begged for your cock, would any of these superficial adjustments change at all how fast you'd obey her request?"