Foundation of an Army

She had been so caught up in many things to notice the early arrival of her heat; she?d focused instead upon her rank and trying to regain the weight that she?d lost. It had been a slow process, but it was coming back, and soon Argent would be back to her former glory. She was at least healthy now, when she had an abundance of food and a safe place to sleep. However, she did notice the spark of desire when her eyes remained upon Isardis, the way a certain type of need bubbled up within her.
He approached, grasping onto her scruff and making her knees feel somewhat week. She would shake, whimpering at his touch, clearly affected by the change she hadn?t noticed. Isardis, it would seem, was not the sort of man to neglect notice of such a thing. As soon as he spoke it she realized it, and almost immediately she desired it more. ?I could never deny such a thing to my King, or his Kingdom,? she said, especially not when she had failed him the first time. ?Please, I need this. I will not fail you again,? she promised, and sh meant it, pressing against him with all the passion that existed in her body.