these passing moments with you

She felt him take her paw and watched as their combined touch over the ice set the magical gleaming afire. As if the they were truly setting the ice aflame, together. His breath against her ear never failed to soothe her and assuage her fears.

She watched the gleaming lights as she let his words sink in. His warm body around her a shield against the frigid landscape. They would image each other. This request meant something to him and it meant something to her. Was he truly willing to treat her as an equal? Or would the change be in title only? She had doubts he would leave his plans with Teegra alone, deciding to spare her the pain of childbirth for her benefit. But she had already promised to allow the business with Teegra play out.

If Ignita were to be queen… would she intend to change much of the Armada? Or very little? And would the other rulers recognize her status and respect her as well?

Being perceived in a space such as queen felt very much like being fitted for a crown far too large for her head. But for him…

To be his balance… for him to prove to her she was truly free… she could try for a time. She’ll take on the mantle. She’ll either grow into the role or he’ll prove to her that it’s truly only a title. The only difference in knowing was time.

She drew in a breath. She closed her eyes to the magical world for a moment as she gathered her voice and the words she wanted to say. She opened her eyes and found his face. She drew her dainty paws up to under his chin and gently brought his nose closer to her face. To see eye to eye. She tenderly kissed his nose.

“Then yes. I will be your Queen.” She declared softly. Pulling him further against her for a few passionate kiss.

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"