The Dragons eyes stayed on the woman in front of him. His response to her comment about running immediately was met with her voice. Think. She stayed quiet all throughout his talking, from about womens rights in Tarben, to the damn string that connected him. Normally he'd be more than happy to claim whoever he wanted, hell, he would've kept Guinevere just for the glory of having more than one woman. But this tie, it made him want to only have Lahmer. He didn't press to think about it too much, instead he just watched her reactions.
When he spoke of how Guinevere was not very nice or affectionate, she had another comment. ”So you’re saying I’m nicer and more affectionate than her?” He shook his head with a laugh. "You deflect your good heart with sass and attitude. You're full of heart, and have a strong personality. Not hostility and anger." He said with a grin. She grew closer to him, and his laugh faded quickly away as he watched her instead. Full of lust and desire. ”Certainly baby, I’m all that anyone could want…” A cheeky grin pulled on his lips as he felt her rub onto his shoulder. ”But Balerion, baby…I did tell you I would not be so easy to claim..."
She took off in a flash, a hardy laugh left Balerions chest as he rose to his feet. "Oh, Princess, you won't get rid of me that easy!" He smirked as his powerful limbs took him off after her. He watched her movements, almost enchanted by watching her from behind. It only powered him more as he ripped across snow towards the star-kissed beauty that would be his Princess. He knew these lands too well, every turn of the trees and every slick spot of ice - She was running right towards his den. The Dragon Dane used that to his advantage, finally gaining some speed on her and closing in just in front of the ice covered pine tree that marked his den. With the wind on his back, he launched himself into the air and tackled her to the ground playfully.
A laugh on his face as he turned her with her back down in the snow to face him. "I told you, you cannot outrun me." He grinned, his muzzle only inches from hers. He felt a type of warmth he only knew from his experience from Guinevere. "Tell me you don't want me, Princess. I know you'd be lying, and I want you." He smirked at her, his powerful legs keeping him over top of her. If she chose to move he wouldn't resist, he'd simply let her. "You ran right to my den too, perhaps you want me more than I thought." He chuckled. "So what do you say, Princess?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Burn me for eternity."
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