Arrow Lake like paper love

He spoke, but it was the humble tip of his proud crown that caused her to pause. Her green eyes narrowed—not of anger, but of confusion and uncertainty, and as he continued, elaborating further on feelings she no longer understood on his end, she felt the prickle of the rising wall shielding her heart, and she shook her muzzle, as if to clear her thoughts. Their last conversation had indicated quite clearly to her that he sought to claim no mate, and had instead made deals with others to ensure his potential as a father.

And with those words had made it clear that she had not been included in those ‘deals’ of womb rental, or however he wished to describe it.

The anger she had pressed aside began to present itself now, and her nostrils flared as she exhaled sharply, her figure stiffening before giving a slow nod. He had stated he did not play games, but the pale sylph remained unconvinced, given their previous interludes and his chosen words now. Words she could only assume stemmed from a leader’s woes of not being able to protect his subordinate.

Even still, she longed to press her slender form to his and seek reassurance from his warmth. Instead, she offered a wane smile that did not quite reach her tired gaze. “As you can see, no true harm was done. Just some scars to give me a story to tell.”