What is it you truly want?

Eudora’s gaze did not lower when he spoke sternly to her. Watching as he transformed nearly into a monster with raised lips, flashing canines, and slicked back ears, her reaction felt conflicted. She was a Dunamis. This sort of behavior from males was normal, expected even. It wasn’t uncommon for her own father or brother to put her in her place from time to time. But this? With Erebos? A sense of ignited warmth coiled in her belly that begged her to push him further. Even beneath his hardened glare, she merely met it with a smooth facade of gentle defiance. She would watch her mouth where she deemed it necessary.

And oh? Was this a sliced nerve she saw now? How he reacted to her comment about his wife nearly made her grin. Did sweet Mrs. Dunamis not agree to the life he so wished to live? What delicious news this was. Would this darling not bend and mold to the will of Erebos? Eudora yearned to find out. After all, if she were to be his Advisor, she would need to know everything. There would be no secrets where she was concerned.

Her need to defy and bury the coiling fire in her belly only furthered when his Greek words snapped out at her. Crossing lines is where she learned the most and the best, but the question was… How should she respond now? Clearly, he was putting his paw down, making it known to her that he would not be a pushover. Proving to Eudora once more that Elders knew what they were doing. So instead of pushing back, but not completely bending, she smirked.

“So you think I’m beautiful?” Eudora purred, replying in their mother tongue in case lose lips and large ears were eavesdropping nearby. Fluttering her lashes at him as she leaned closer to his snarling face, she wondered if he would punish her or be done with her for the day. Finding a good rapport between them would surely be a challenge yet.

Eudora Dunamis
Italics denotes Greek