Foundation of an Army

She was not one to ignore his summons, and upon hearing Isardis?s voice the knight would waste no time in rising to her feet and coming to him. Part of her wondered what he desired from her; had she pleased him with her actions lately? Or maybe, just maybe he had other intentions. The thought made her spine shiver, but regardless of the purpose of this meeting she would feel invigorated. Argent treasured the isolated moments with the King, for while she was not foolish enough to want him to make her his one and only (nor did she want such a thing; despite her morality, she loved him for the way he ran his pack and his life), it was always nice to have a private moment. She stopped before him, dipping her head slightly. ?My King,? she said, posture relaxed but still submissive, always submissive to his will and his wants.