This ball and chain

*Valentine* · 10-17-2014, 08:05 PM

Her scent washed over him, bathing the cobalt brute in the cologne of a royal mother. His nose twitched as he inhaled the foreign aroma. She did not belong here. In fact, her presence made him a bit uncomfortable. Not the part about her being a queen or the part where they were guaranteeing themselves a conflict, no, the part that made him the most uneasy was that she was a mother. It reminded him of how he'd felt when he'd realized that his mother had left him. Did her children think they'd been abandoned? Were they even old enough to survive without their mother? Would her kidnapping result in the death of newborns? The morality of her capture was questionable in so many different ways, but that one took the cake.

He approached unknowingly on her blind side. Panther-like stealth graced his movements and gave him surprisingly quiet footsteps for one of his size. For reasons he couldn't place, the brute wanted to speak to this fae. Curiosity, maybe, or perhaps guilt, drove him to act on the impulse. Keeping a respectful distance, he stopped beside her and watched the fae known as Empyrea attempt to tend her wounds. His expression carefully neutral, he rumbled, "Tell me, Queen, do you think you're missed?"

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This ball and chain

Valentine