stillwater;

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails ”So, now you are merely a humble man under my reign,” his statement triggers another bout of mistrust. He obeys who possesses the throne, who can promise something. He is not loyal, not entirely. The corded muscles in her jaw clench uncertainly and her eyes flicker away. Perhaps this is a mistake; maybe this was a moment of lapsed judgment. While there is amusement gleaming in his slate eyes, Nayl reveals only her meticulous thinking. The lull of the ocean waves makes for a calming backdrop as she weighs the situation only to find him still staring at her when her head turns to face him again. A question hangs perilously from her tongue, but she bites it back when he hums and haws. They cannot deny the sexual tension that is brewing between them, but while Stillwater bathes in it, Nayl tries to run. She scowls at him and her nostrils quiver with the expelling of a snort. Although it would be tempting - exhilarating – to be concealed in the cave with him, she eludes the playfulness of the thought. ”I remain untouched,” a brow lifts beneath her forelock as a lopsided grin brightens her face, ”and rather enjoy that.” She is pure and not tainted by the sexual acts the world encourages every year, and she doesn’t yet have a child to mar her reputation. But one day she knows that she will have to build a legacy. ”You can want me,” she breathes onto his skin, still only inches away from him, ”but you won’t have me.” Nayl doesn’t admit how easily that could change and how on a whim she could decide on him. That would give him far too much satisfaction, too much confidence, and so her lips purse tightly shut as her attention lazily drifts back to the ocean in front of them. His question goes unanswered for a long while as she observes the seagulls soaring above the tide and the sun tucking itself behind the clouds. This new world has breathed life into her and a vivaciousness that she cannot ignore. Her tail sweeps idly across her hocks, her heart calmly beating in her chest. ”Can your loyalty be so easily bought?” She finally asks after having bitten it back previously. Stillwater has circled around to her other side and his hooded eyes are watching her so very intently. Only after asking does she meet his gaze, but this time mirroring his own earlier amusement. ”All I want is you to be by my side throughout this reign,” not as king, but as something else that she treasures far more, ”All I want is to be able to trust you.” Nayl covet and myrina's creation