This is our make or break it

Despite him trying to hide it she found his shoulder wound and he jerked it back. Too proud to admit that the bruising had the area tender, too proud to let someone care for his wounds. His wince should of said it but he covered it with a grumble. His answer to what it was from was a brisque word to attempt to placate her curiosity. "Buffalo." He wasn't keen on having his wounds poked and prodded, every wound told a story, every scar a victory or loss he wore proudly.

She paused and he took the opportunity to sit up and shake his pelt out, clinks from his jewelry accompanying the motion. The jewelry was something he would forever wear. Only when he died would he remove it. Though after a moment his movements also paused as he looked at he with a calculating look. Was she toying with him? Was she serious? She wanted his feelings on the situation? A careful inhale of her scent from his nostrils and slow release was given as he measured the seriousness on her face. She had once said the thought was disgusting, that there was no way he could be more than her friend. At the time he had shared the sentiment. But now? A measured careful tone came from him as he tested the seriousness. "What I want is less than relevant isn't it? Your my queen, you control whether our previous arrangement stands or if u would rather me go marry Oath, or whoever. If you ordered it I would follow it..... Would i prefer to honor my mother's wishes? Yes, but it is up to your wishes."

His quills lifted before falling back into place as he looked at her expectantly. He half expected her to laugh in his face and tell him it was a good joke. After all they had both opposed the idea when they were told in the first place.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"