Your eyes are the size of the moon

Azure's breath caught in his throat as she drew herself closer, fitting against his larger frame perfectly. His muzzle tipped down towards her and for a moment he was lost in how to respond. Hana had been brought up as some.. wife-for-hire, groomed and taught on how to play her role as diligently as he had been raised to one day potentially rule. It seemed to come so easy to her, and it did not come nearly as easy to the young heir. Were the princes in her world also raised knowing how to properly treat a woman? Would she see through him? The insecurity gripped at him and he continued to look for words, when her chin came upon his neck and everything was made that much worse. Az couldn't decipher how much of her affections were fake and how much of them were her own brainwashing, because of course she was under the assumption that he'd bought her to be his wife.

Without any idea on how to proceed on this new 'hey, so I purchased you so I guess we're engaged now' development to their relationship, he scrambled back into the one that was tried and true - their mutual respect of highborn and lowborn. It was the only thing that came naturally to him that was acceptable to fall into around the soft koi-wolf. Forcing himself away from his own carnal desires, Az took a step back from her and dislodged her chin from atop his neck. The movement felt wrong and left him somehow emptier, but he steeled himself against the loss and maintained the aloof composure. "Are you hungry? I could find us some dinner, if you like." The words felt as wrong as the retreat did, and he took a portion of his inner lip between his teeth. Fuck, he was fucking this up.