The End

He honestly doesn?t follow the Queen wherever she goes; he?s not a creepy guy, after all. Primal, perhaps, crude, maybe, but nobody could ever call him a stalker. It is simply by coincidence that the Germanic warrior finds himself coming across the current woman of his desires dangling on a ledge, an unexpected tinge of panic settling in. He hurries towards her, massive frame drawing nearer until he is within range. ?Liebling, hold on,? he tells her. There is no denying the fear in his voice; never before has he come across a woman that holds his fancy quiet as much. He does not want to lose her, not before he discovers what all of this means.

He seeks to bite into her scruff, to get a solid hold. Muscles contract, yanking backwards as he seeks to roughly, swiftly, pull the ivory Queen to the safety of solid ground. His heart beats loudly, and he wonders if she can hear his panic, wonders if she can smell his fear. He hopes not; even he doesn?t know where this all comes from, and he is uncertain if he could accurately explain his concerns if she were to ask him about them.