You're Drowning.

He is back, and she cannot deny the fluttering her heart makes. Syrinx is her King, and the Secondary has done what she could in his absence. She is a woman now; grown and in her first season, feeling feverish and hormonal, yet controlled as ever. She arrives like a goddess, her posture tall and powerful, her fiery gaze locking upon the Arkhos. ?Syrinx,? she says fondly. Boldly she approaches, perhaps her hormones pushing her to approach so fearlessly. Her tongue seeks to rasp against the flesh of his russet cheek, before she steps back, taking a place which announces her position in the pride yet does not challenge the russet ruler?s authority.

She settles onto her haunches, fitting into the role she has fought for almost perfectly. ?My family will be joining us here,? she tells him vacantly. For now, at the very least. Virgil has affections for the King, but she is not a weak enough woman to tie herself down for them. She is an Empress, a conqueror, and she knows better than any that Olympians do not live under the wills of others. They rise, they claim, and they expand all on their own. Syrinx?s pride would do for now, but in time Virgil would establish them with their own lands, provided one of her kin did not do so before her.