Home Sweet Home

The mere edge of the woman's brow dipped for a moment as he asked her to drink first. She realized why only a second later and moved to take a sip from the dish as instructed. The woman wasn't used to being doubted when it came to her servitude. In that matter, it seemed that Lyre actually held a bit of pride. The massage began and she worked in silence, listening for the subtle cues from her master as to what he liked and didn't like. As she worked, she was learning Azure. It was her duty to do so.

Once she'd neared his haunches and waited, he told her no and that was all that it took. The woman's delicate paws moved away and settled on the ground once more. Lyre rose and took a step away, giving the man his space. She then seated herself once more and awaited further instruction. There were no negative feelings within her at having to stop. It was simply his preference and she would accept it.

"My king," she spoke the honorific softly, lest someone be nearby enough to hear her. "I am but a servant, unable to protect myself or thrive on my own. Without you, I am nothing." There was actually a spark of life in that last statement. "I would never harm you or yours. It is my honor and privilege to serve you. I exist only to carry out your every whim." The woman sought to reassure him somewhat while also letting him know that she wouldn't put up a fuss when he inevitably hurt her. Not unless that's what he wanted her to do. If the bear-pawed man sought some sort of predator/prey relationship behind closed doors, then prey she would be.

"Lyre"