Surrender up my heart, and swap it for yours.

When Shadow joked that he might take more than one bride, Paarthurnax'expression drooped noticeably. Her brow furrowed as she lingered on how she was to respond, but want sure how. The whole idea of escaping Samarkand was to avoid being thrust into a relationship like that her parents had had. And despite the love that she'd been nurturing for her ashen outrider, she would not hesitate to exit his life if he saw fit to pursue a second partner. Paranoia gripped her heart then, and even when he announced that he was kidding and that he did not plan to court other females, she still held onto her dread.

"And if I were to allow other men to court me?" She smirked playfully, eyeing her mate-to-be with a curious glance, and nipped playfully at his powerful neck. Given his attitude toward her talk of Sahrotaar and his very obvious concern for her well being at every waking moment, she doubted that he'd appreciate such a thought. But it was one that Paarthurnax wished to plant, considering he'd done likewise with her. She knew in her heart that she could not stick around to watch her beloved embrace another woman.