Luneshale Pass emotional torture

“You make your character known,” he answered Zaahira in short and slowed his tread, revolving in the sand until he was facing her. “Now, allow me also to be clear: I could build your kingdom, it could be great. I could be the best man to rule, and the best husband to your Queen.”

“Yes, it angers you,” he whispered now between them, eyes smoothing over her own inflamed, “you wish for me to be your villain. You don’t like me, mazoi-

but you will bow to me.”

A full grin now. Unless stopped he would make his way back to his encampment and their plans for progress.