do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He cannot see her expression when she thinks of how her surrogate father might react to her eloping with him. But he feels the way she stiffens slightly and he listens carefully to her breathing. If anyone else hesitated to such a request, he would tear the muscle from their bones and destroy them for not being delighted at the opportunity. This is Clarissa, though, and so he only holds his breath as he hopes for the right answer. When she speaks, he grits his teeth and a sudden snort expels itself from his nostrils. How could he not name her as his heir? Who would be more worthy of the crown than she?
Slowly, he lifts his head to press his lips to the corner of her mouth in a gentle kiss. Trueborn. The word sounds silly and he rejects it entirely as she continues on about how Castile is a good king and father to her.
“Strong and brave but not very wise,” he counters with a dismissive shrug of his shoulder. “His children are pale imitations of you, tainted by meek blood. He has allowed the laity to woo him.”
The drake gives a sharp tch of disapproval before folding his wings over his back and forcing himself to calm. What the Loessian king does with his free time or his throne is none of Ghaul’s concern, he decides as he moves back to more pleasant topics. Clarissa will be plucked from the garden that does not adore its prized rose.
“You will have whatever title you desire. But for now, we must serve Anaxarete and she will teach us to be great,” he croons against her cheek as he nuzzles her. His heart has found room to view the dark queen as a surrogate mother for the time being. She is not gentle and doting like Dawn, but she does see the potential in him just the same. It has made the transition on him easier in spite of the aching loneliness he feels when Litotes and Dawn are not around.
But when she says she will leave Loess, his heart momentarily forgets the missing pieces to it as it flutters against his ribs.
“I will take you to Ana so that she might bless our union.” His lips eagerly peck at the soft skin of her cheeks with the corners curled into a delighted smile. The stars dusted across his horns and his face seem to glow a little warmer as his joy overflows into them, lighting up her face as he showers her with his affections.
@[clarissa]