Do you believe in Ice or Fire

She kept her misty blue eyes upon him. Holding his gaze steadily, knowing she wouldn’t take any misdirection in response to her question. She didn’t want to come back one of these days soon and find him simply gone. No goodbye, no nothing.

She watched as his laughter melted away, leaving him with a confused sort of pale blue. His answer felt honest, even if it didn’t satisfy her. She huffed softly, and rested her head on her paws, lying in front of him as she did so. His head was bigger, and his horns curved just over hers with the angle of their heads. She knocked her head up slightly, to poke her fire formed bones against his snowy mountain ones.

“Weeeellll…” she said slowly, drawing out the word. She was considering what she wanted, and what it meant. She already knew what she wanted, but would he understand or agree? “I saved your life. In the stories, that would mean your life is mine. I want you to stay here, as my royal subject. When I'm old enough, we can go on adventures together.” She’d heard of royalty having guards. He needed a bit of work and learning, but he could make a pretty impressive guard one day, right? And he would look so good beside her, with his contrasting coat. She puffed up her chest, sitting up a little more to look prim and proper. Her voice sharp, an imitation of her mother when she was delivering orders. It didn't help her image when she accidently knocked her antlers against hers once more when she drew herself up.

"Speech"