running from the past

His little dove. So defiant, so stubborn. So much like her mother. She was far greater a prize than any he'd taken. She was his by virtue of who her mother was, simple as that. In a way this was all Mythal's fault. While the reasons behind his obsession with her had changed, the fact remained that she would forever be apart of his soul. Where her legends flowed so too did his own. A pair of gods torn apart by millennia and thrust back into a world they didn't recognize. So if Arithari wanted to blame anyone for her strife, she need only look behind her. Of course, he knew she would blame his regardless. She was too much her father to surrender completely. 

It made dominating her all the sweeter. 

He bit back a chortle, his lips curling sardonically in his depraved amusement. His eyes locked with hers, a silent war spanning between them. Maybe her soul would never truly belong to him, but her body and every speck of her will power would forever remain his to control. Spectacular He rasped against her, his mouth nuzzling by her ear again as his sharpened claw stroked her cheek affectionately. 

You will be sorry. Run from me and you will be very sorry Because it wasn't just her live he planned on threatening her with. Oh no. She was too much the martyr for that. 

Just as if he hadn't just threatened her within an inch of her life, he stepped back from her. It allowed her to stand on her own feet without a care for whether she could remain standing with the sudden swell of gravity pulling her down without his support. He released her completely, retracting his claws and smoothing them over his face and along his scalp to the nape. 

Kneel before your king