Trophy

Oh the pride that loitered beneath that cerulean gaze, whatever had caused such a swarm of confidence? What had the babe honestly done in her lifetime to earn such an ego of self-worth? She would swivel her snout, ebony nostrils clashing with the quivering of cherry badge, and he would allow her to sit there, even just for a moment as she spoke. He would recoil then, throat bubbling with the pleasures of her questions as coral towers would flicker with bemusement, ?It was not a proper King that ever told his servants of the true clockwork that wound his mind,? voice silky-smooth as tongue would curl momentarily at the base of his incisors. Honestly, he was finding it somewhat hard to believe all the words she cast from dark lips, mulling them over within his skull as he pondered his own reactions. Did she think him foolish, or did she speak with honesty? Alas, it was likely impossible for the King to know. And so he would tower his mental defences about him, wary of her intentions, ?My chain of command did not learn the ways of their King through meagre request, they simply remained loyal within their services and their knowledge of my being could only have come naturally.? Pale lips bubbled again with rising amusement, standing tall and secluded from her touch, ?Darling there is no fun in cheating the game.?