The tension was growing, for the small dame, the electricity crackling through the air was very nearly visible to her. Her kings scent, overwhelmed her, her small frame quivering in the intoxicating but delighting smell. When he would speak, she would finally chance the look at him, chance looking into his eyes, sure that she could stay in control of the instincts that plagued to over-throw her mentality. Thank God her heat wasn?t until, autumn, she would take care to stay away from him then, if she didn?t seek him out to satisfy her needs.
She would lean into his touch to her nape, before she slowly turned around her golden orbs nearly flashing with defiance. This close to her king, she felt almost intimidated by the sheer power he seemed to have over her. Just a breath away from his jaws, she would speak, her voice light. ?And my duty, I shall perform?? Her voice would nearly be a whisper, as he looked up at her king. Defiance forced her to look at him, look him in the eyes, as she spoke. It made her stand her ground, rather than run cowardly. It empowered her, and terrified her, the same emotions making it impossible to stay this close, feeling the tips of her fur brush his, but compelling her to move closer. To take it in, Shit, What had she gotten herself into?