Mine.

She would reach to press at his nape and a low growl would vibrate within his gullet, feeling his vulnerability as she would lavish him with her attentions; but oh how he loved it. The King would lean to her touch, pressing into her jaws as he would rotate his skull to the point where his jugular would beat against her lips. Thrilled by the potential of death, so humbled by the effortlessness it would take her to steal his life. But alas he knew she wouldn?t, or rather hoped, for it would break his heart to be offed by one of the ones he most loved. He would snarl, but not in anger, rubies gazing towards the depths of her emerald lanterns, ?I do admire you, Sendoa; and I would hope you are forever devoted to our Kingdom. I?m not convinced I could reprimand you as I had my once-son, I would only be hurting myself.? Every word was true, although his thoughts may have suggested a minor sense of gloom; he did so love his little blue.