Qeya River longing sun

"i do not ask you to be weak." he wanted her submission, not a bowed head or shrinking mien, but a deep trust that he knew how best to tend her. a lie, however; he did wish her head bowed, if only to show any loyal eyes that she was beneath him of her own accord.

veksar went. sun eater turned all his focus to his wife, breathing his affections upon the roundness of one shoulder; "soon you will not be able to hunt. but today, come out to the herds with me, wife. hot blood will be good for you to drink."

a compromise; he did not wish her to think him angry, even if he was unsure now of trust.