He wears a look of hopeful interest tilted handsomely by a rakish smirk that turns to a fully delighted smile as she prowls closer to him. No she may not be a Queen, unless she should dethrone him and extend martial law over his kingdom of cool blue shadow. A sobering thought but he will have to prove himself a good king or do his best to defend his throne should she attempt a coup. Despite all the thoughts smoothly flitting through his imaginative mind Valek does not take more than a second to agree to have her for his General. “A King needs a General as much as a Queen. Maybe more.” In his estimation, because he has not yet been snagged on romance’s hook. He does like the look of a savagely beautiful young woman but hasn’t yet learned what to do with her, about her, or for her.
Closer still she comes, her chin primly tucked so that her neck is a bold arch with red scales catching the sun and his eyes until she crosses the border out of the light. “I am called Valek, and you are General…?” He asks in a very formal way, though where he has learned it is a mystery, his mother might speak too often in imagery but barely bothers to introduced herself most of the time. Valek shakes his bay and gold head, leaving his mane a tousled mess falling into his eyes “What first, good General? A patrol of our borders? Or do we make plans for conquest?” The sun will set and take their land away, or perhaps make everything theirs, they will have to see what comes with the fading of the day. There are many hours yet to go, and the heat of the day is not backing off.
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