these passing moments with you

He saw the flash of fear race across her features. He may not have been groomed from birth for this position that was meant for his father, but he had still witnessed his grandfather's ruling, his father had pushed him to be his best, even if his means were often cruel. His grandfather had given him what help he could before he had walked away. Ignita was stepping into this with a great deal less experience. She knew how to be compliant, but did she know how to rule?

He took her paw gently in his own, and brushed it lightly across the ice. Letting it spark life in the strange world beneath them. “You and I, we aren’t like my grandfather. Or my father. We don’t inherently believe we are making the right choices, we second guess and we worry. I’m rash, and you are patient. We are a balance, little fire. That’s all I’m asking you to be. Balance me. I don’t need you to be perfect-”Only mine. He swallowed down the possessive words, and replaced them with another. “-I just need you to be beside me.”