Her words would suprise him and his chest would tigehten with the pain of it. She was pushing it all behind her, and it was clear to him now that she ws saying she would never be his, but he had never expected it any other way. She was not upset with him because he had slept with another, but because he had slept with her best friend, it had... it had nothing to do with him, or feelings for him, but rather what she held for Sib. He would lower his eyes, he was getting the message loud and clear now. He didn't even know why he had felt that spark of home, she had given him no reason to harbour it. He swollowed, forcing himself to push it behind him, to enclose his heart in steal once more to push out thought of Othello and Vi and Sib. He was to spend his days alone, he could understand that now.
?Ahh, yes, Weeping woods is nice too? he commented dully, barely even considering the words that left his maw. ?So your back now, my queen, I assume this means you will return to your station?' she was queen by all rights, he had never considered her as anything less then the brillient Queen of Covari. He had simply been looking after the pack, doing anything she needed of him, as he realised he always would. He was a slave to an emotion he must bury, he cherished her for a reason he could never say again, and perhaps one day would follow her to the grave, never again uttering the words in his heart.
"Speech"
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