Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

She noticed the sudden change in her partner's expression when she spoke of Sahrotaar's plans, and her heart swelled with appreciation. Anger burned bright within those cool sterling eyes and he spoke openly of his keenness to rid them from the world. Paarthurnax was not a violent creature, so she did not comment. And she did love her older brother even though they'd never been particularly close as youths, and despite his plans of disposing her from her home. "I understand why he wanted to do it," Paarthurnax said softly, looking ahead once more, "he was thinking of Samarkand as a whole. We'd had issues with that pack and it's leader for a long time, and a peace offering may have served in mending our sour relations. I just didn't want it to be me..."

She tried not to give it much thought, for she did not doubt that her brother would have packed up another of her sisters and sent her in Paarthurnax' placed. Esther had greatly resembled their mother in personality: bold, strong, stubborn, comprising... but Vashti had been very young and gentle. She would likely have made an obedient, timid wife. The thought of her being used whenever her mate saw fit made her feel sick to her stomach.

When Shadow mentioned that it was not uncommon for Roman males to take more than one partner, her ears shot up. She looked directly at him, copper eyes wide with wonder and concern. "Do you plan to... you know, court multiple she-wolves...?" As an Alpha she supposed it was his right, but she could not - would not - stand to share her mate with anyone else.