What A Beautiful Mess
10-27-2014, 10:58 PM
Oh, she thought she was angry as possible at this moment. . . And then he would suggest taking her place as Naharar? No. That would never happen, even if temporary. This pregnancy would not make her fall from her throne or back down from a confrontation. Foolish, perhaps, but her crown as Naharar meant more than the lives that clung inside her body. At least, for now. Had she been in the condition to, she would have pounced on him viciously right then. Maybe later she could remind him of that statement and handle it the way it should have been handled the first round. Yes. She would make a note of that. The man sat next to her for support, but she turned away from him. Though, in truth she wanted to press into him for comfort, but her pride would not let her do so. She lifted herself off the ground and moved away from him, yet still listened carefully to what he had to say. Quelt seemed confused and apologetic, as he should be. I would never give up my position. Understand that. Words came out in a weakened growl. Sorry? Sorry?! Sorry doesn't make babies go away! And you damn sure won't leave me alone else I will hunt you to the ends of the earth. I can be your best friend, your succubus, but I can also be your own personal Hades! You don't want that to happen, Quelt! Ah, her anger was fueled by not only the annoyance of the situation, but intensified by the pregnancy itself. I never wanted this. . . my actions | my words | my thoughts |