Moral to the Story

"I imagine not many would call you that to your face while you flaunt your title and power around, ’god-prince’ Ultyr . However, out here, I'll do whatever I please." Her eye settled on Ultyr's paws as those words dropped in the air. She expected a lot of anger at someone telling the Prince he wasn't in charge of them. but reaction wasn't the same as she would of known from the king. He basically ignored the statement.

"My Kitten, surely you don't think I'd leave you friendless and alone to raise these children, do you?" His nose on her cheek had her closing the eye closest to his massive(to her) nose. The other(her good eye) looking from the side at him, then to the pink dusted self proclaimed prince. "I can't leave you and the little ones by yourselves while I hunt." A blink and another look up to him. Did he mean that? That he did appreciate her servitude and hard work? Did he know she loved him? A deep intake of air as she looked up at his face, right into his eyes. Was he serious about not leaving her?

Then he was speaking to the other again. "No, I suppose not." His voice was louder and seemed she was at least not going to receive his anger for now. She took another steadying breath, sitting up only to lean into his foreleg once more. Damn she wanted to cry again. Why couldn't she go back to happy emotions? "Maybe I like this new title. Demon Prince. She doesn't think I am one. My father though..." His words had her shaking her head. Definitely not a "demon" if there was anything like that in the world. But the mention of his father did make her raise a paw and wrap the appendage around his. No way in hell was she going back to that man. She would sooner find a cliff to throw herself from. "She'd probably call him a monster for sure." And then he was caressing her cheek with his massive paw. She leaned her face into it. He didn't know the half of the monstrosity of that man. Being Ultyr's slave was a walk among the daisies comparatively.

A look to this Ganymede as she clung to Ultyr. Did he expect her to make fast friends with the "Prince"? She couldn't speak. It wasn't like they knew that though. A nod was given to Ultyr though to confirm that yes she indeed would call his father a monster. He'd never been "benevolent" as Ultyr put it, or kind. Her eye was locked on the other though, no recognition but a curiosity was piqued. He wasn't running, and he had plenty of opportunity to right now. Why? His freedom was being whisked away, did he know that?

"Things I Hear"