My Gratitude

Dalila soon made her appearance. On her approach, she asked what she could do for him. The massive man huffed lightly in amusement. "It's not what you can do for me. It's what I can do for you." Lifting one paw, he motioned for the woman to pull up a patch of sand. Whether she chose to lay close to him or not was up to her. They were familiar with one another, intimately familiar, but they still weren't each other's favorite.

The mottled fae had proven herself to be both reliable and capable. Chimera trusted her wholly and he believed that she should be compensated for her service to Fenmyre and to him. Once she settled down, he began to speak. "You've proven to be very competent during my absence. I appreciate that I can rely on you to hold things together when I'm... indisposed." The brute raised a brow at the last word. He was fine, he was just tired. He didn't like to admit any weakness, but that wasn't the point here. Turning his head ever so slightly, he fixed the woman with his dual toned gaze. "I trust you completely, Dalila." He truly did. "You're the mother to my child, the lover to us all, and, if you'll accept it, the third and final Queen of Fenmyre."

Again Chimera raised a brow, watching Dalila's face. He half expected her to turn the rank down, but he hoped that she saw enough value in herself these days to accept it. She would almost be equal with her primary lover. She would hold rank above all others, save himself and the other queens. Her life would be set. He hoped she would do something for herself for once. Chimera wouldn't push it, however. He would wait to see what she had to say about it.

"Speech"