I've got an Elastic Heart

Copper stared back into the eyes of the wolf, a quick glint of apology flashing through her blue eyes. He had learned something from his time with Raissa. Everyone needs a little love.

Copper sat down, his eyes almost seeming to dull down to a deep oakwood brown, different from his usual caramel eye tone.
"It's okay. I'm not mad at you. It's- He liked that this wolf knew she was in the wrong. The old him would've said something about him being a king, but.. It wasn't him anymore.

Copper resumed talking, with a crooked, but somehow more bittersweet grin spreading across one side of his face. It's just, I'm in some deep stuff. Copper wasn't a king anymore. He was more of.. A prime minister.. A president.. He was no longer a cold dictator who ruled with an iron fist.