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A smirk of satisfaction as her actions leave him recoiling in pain. When he questions her, anger and pain in his voice she turns to him, her typical cold, emotionless stare turned on him. 
"Oh, I can handle teasing. I was teasing right back. But let me remind you...." hips away with pure feminine power as she closes the distance between them, unafraid of him or his wrath. "I am not your mate. I am not some simpering vixen you can dissolve into blushing giggles or some petulant child you can goad into a tantrum. I am a bloody Queen, in every sense of the words." The idea of fun, of play, was foreign to her. When she wasn't training, she was preparing to rule, or visiting suitors, or the myriad of other activities a princess was expected to do. Now, in adulthood,  other wolves were pawns. Either they were a threat or a subject. Or prey. "I am... unaccustomed to... light-hearted interactions." She finally admits quietly. "They were unnecessary as a child, and I was kept seperated from the other pups because of my duties."