Born To Die.

"Hmm, yes. Why thank you. That is why he is mine, a Queen like I deserve the best." Anzhelika would say with a high turn of her ivory crown and a high flick of her pale and caramel dipped banner. Her gold and violet audits would land to seek upon his blue ones, the girl staring deeply into his orbs. "Oh, Albion. Give me your eyes. They're so lovely like the purest sea, or the finest gem, like a perfect sky on the perfect day," She would lift her leg and poke the male's chest, a smirk being painted across her features. "If you don't want to be claimed by me, then I accept it, I won't fight and force you. But all I'm asking is you do. Or, at least be my guard? I have no one to protect this glorious body of mine, I doubt you would want to pass up an opportunity as this one, my sweet?" The ivory Queen would ask him in an innocent, pleading voice, the girl still locking his fascinating gaze with her's, Sabre the snake slowly slithering off of Anzhelika's neck and rattling his tail, rubbing his body against the fur of Albion's neck.