SOMETHING THAT IS MINE

Her name would be offered, but to not the King; instead to the delicate jewel that wound herself so brilliantly beneath his paws. He regarded the young S?alkyrie with pride, almost as if she were his own, and yet his blood she did not share. It rose new promises for potential, perhaps she would be a future mate to one of his sons? If she proved to be of use in that department of course. The woman would seem to be cunning, and apparently as blissful as Isardis himself, both of them engaging their features with smirks of inviting wonder. As she would question, he would stalk forwards, leaving the small girl and working his way towards the young woman; effortless, elegant, ?Because you are splendid and beautiful, and the greatest empire does not fancy just anyone, cherry Siren.? Dangerously closer would he creep, almost taunted by her beauty, his interests aroused as he would dare to pushed his coral snout towards her jawline, ?You should feel honoured to have purpose here.?