As much as she would hate to admit his reassurance was needed, it plainly showed. Her eyes lit up with the hope of winning his affections and maybe even a battle, too. Kimber had never been shown love, her birth mother had left her for dead and Smoulder had taken her beneath her proverbial wings. It was much like the older sister caring for the younger sibling while the parents got drunk and fucked strangers. Little did she know that Warship had relations with her adoptive mother-sister or her Queen. To him, she could be just another notch in the bedpost or more accurately; in his belt. She has never been in a formidable war, she only mocked the (now) Valley King and a few random others. She cannot know or feel what Warship is feeling on this forefront but she knows very well of the turbulence of festering feelings.
"I feel much better in knowing that it's been on my mind a lot recently," she says with a sigh, her throat feels as if it may close up with how nervous she is. Her stomach is scattered with knots and equal parts of butterflies. "You've been there a lot, too," she slips up, if her cheeks could turn red they would but instead she grits her teeth and side eyes him, almost flinching at what his response would be. Something sarcastic she is sure but she was emotionally fragile - no one had hurt her yet. "I mean, just how this all works and where my place is with you and the Chamber. I don't mean in that way," she starts over-explaining, lying, confusing herself, "I don't know what I mean, honestly. I just," she steps closer looking towards the black stallion as she nibbles at his cheek, "I get this weird feeling in my stomach and it's been here for days and I know it isn't because I ate singed grass. That's all I can say," she pulls away now a little embarrassed but more afraid of what comes next.
Why was it so hard to just move past this? How did women do this every year. She's never been very quiet nor one for waiting for others to make the first move. Why start now? "I'm not sure what I feel or what it really means, but I feel something for you." And then, she falls quiet - a deer in the headlights gazing up at him because this is it; that pivotal moment where every man after him will have to either make up for his mistakes or live up to him.
k i m b e r
I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else,
I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge,
I hate you for every kind word you ever said