Moonspear champagne

His words were precisely what she wanted to hear; it brought a vulnerability to him she craved, it gave her what she desired. So she circled him, to linger by his side for a moment, her eyes warm as they held him. You might have your chance, Hydra determined, if you speak to my mother and father about your intentions, and I am the only one you seek a chance with. Her tail waved, and Hydra placed her own muzzle beneath his. Maybe he would deny her this; maybe he was caught in the moment, and that would wound her, but Hydra would not be made a fool of, not again—this time, this time, she would be certain. 

Her heart was on the line, after all; it was Moonspear's greatest prize. 

It was true, she was a terribly hopeless romantic beneath it all. A warrior princess who would kill for those she loved. She was in search of someone who would kill for her—but perhaps the bravest thing of all one could do for her now, in the meantime, was confront her parents to, well, inform them of their intent to pursue. She grinned at the thought, one ear twitching. What will you do?