Boartusk Heights shot of your novacaine

the fire king, whose flame is for now just embers, sits nearby the rocky terrain of the palace and answers to her. he almost occupies the space nivis would have had, though does not sit too close either so as to not impose. this she sneers at. not for the fire king, but for the dark king. the one who rejects his crown.
that idiot only returned to her when she was in the throws of her heat cycle, and then pranced like a puny stallion out into the maw of the hinterlands before even considering the consequences of what he had just done. what he might be bringing into the world in just a couple of months.

i would like to hunt a boar. our kingdom is forming quite swell, and soon it will grow bigger. i want to celebrate its blossom and treat you all as thanks for your loyalty. a gentle smile tucks the corners of her lips, cutting her eyes ever so slightly.