Arrow Lake for the only true Queen is the Night Queen

It was then that she could relax just a tiny bit. Damien hadn't written them off immediately which meant hope that her wish might come true. Nyx took a seat when Damien did, speckled legs curling under her frame for a comfortable position. She was determined to stay here, to fix what was deemed a mistake, and she would not rest until Damien either had a good reason for them to leave or for him to accept the generous offer and give her what she wanted most (besides being with him).

She nodded at no one in particular as the conditions of the offer being made were spelled out, taking notice of Damien calling her his "wife" despite any proper ceremony. But this was no time to drool over such a thing. Damien wasn't a very trusting creature, she knew, and he most likely didn't like all of this. She hoped dearly that his craving for offspring outweighed his suspicions of this being a trap - that Damien saw that an honorable man could leave his pride behind for the woman he had chosen to be with.

It was after Stigmata's reply that she looked up to Damien, eyebrows raised ever so slightly. This was her silent pleading face, one he had seen many times and would probably see many times to come. So far they had only been greeted with kindness and she still had to find a trace of malice coming from either Stigmata or his wolves.