From the queen of England to the hounds of Hell

The world as she knew it was crumbling at her paws. Disease had swept through the lands at an alarming speed, infecting not only the king and queen, but other members of Glaciem as well. Liberty did not know why Ramses and herself had been sparred from this plague, but she was grateful. She would cast a glance toward her feline companion as they strolled through the mile high woods, thankful that he had avoided the sickness despite coming in contact with infected wolves. Ramses would glance at his mistress with his amethyst eyes, a warm smile gracing his features as their mismatched gazes aligned. "Liberty..." The leopard would coo before running his body along Liberty's legs, his head pressing into her shoulder as he nuzzled her comfortingly. She would do her best to bring forth a smile, her lips meeting his forehead with a gentle kiss as she embraced his warm touch. "I will protect you, my love. You will not fall ill with this disease." He would reassure her, his tones gentle and sincere as he gazed upward at her, hoping their eyes would remain glued to each other. "And I will protect you too. We wont let this kingdom fall... and we wont let ourselves either." She would comment, her azure eyes flicking downward as she gazed at him with a slight smile. As much as she wished she could believe him, and herself, they could not prevent the inevitable. If the plague wished to take them it would, and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"Her Speech" "His Speech"
'thoughts'