Emberwood Across the violet sky

The queen was a young virgin - the pleasures he thought of were unknown and unexplored, and would stay that way 'til marriage. It was the way, to purity and to find a man that liked her for more than her beauty and power. Her blush and shyness did not come from fantasies of a dark side she may turn to, but from slowly realizing that maybe she was beautiful. Maybe he did like her as more than a pretty face - to be appreciated and wanted was the biggest gift anyone could grant the sylph, and she had someone that gave her that and more already.

But then, why did she wish to be liked by Donovan? To prove herself as the ultimate good that could even turn someone as evil as the devil himself? Did she secretly want adventure, to prove she was despicable like the blood in her veins? She sought for answers in her mind but could not find any. Relying on fate made her unable to separate her own wants from Theirs.

She cowered not as the space between them became no more than one of his big paws - her nose in his fur if she were not holding her chin up so high so she may look at him. She listened intently, expression soft and gentle as always. When he was done, she knew what to say and ask but was unable to for a second. My condolences. She offered in the same whisper. She'd seen first-hand how the death of parent had affected poor Valiant. You're not wrong in assuming we are bound to standards - we are civil, and we like to help - even people like you. She sighed softly, not believing she'd ever get through to him truly. She tried anyway. But don't you think, acting the way you do, makes you the same as the monsters that mercilessly killed your family? I understand your suffering... But we become the villains when we give into hate and vengeance... Though we are bound to niceties, you are bound to your pain - let me help you.