Another laugh. Her comeback to his comment about catching her made him laugh. So, she figured that he was worthy enough for her to admit her feelings. Once she did, Bal quickly got off of her, which saddened Lahmer temporarily, before he gestured her into his den. She nodded, a flirty smile gracing her lips as she walked in, making her hips sway slightly just to tease Bal a little more. Her red eyes examined the den, particularly catching onto the ashy burnt roots from the tree covering his den that gave the interior shape. She smirked, throwing a playful comment in. ”This won’t be the first time it’s getting firey in here, huh?” She spoke as she turned to Balerion, gesturing her head to the burnt roots and letting out a short laugh.

Whether that joke was taken into account or not was a different story. He spoke, his words showing how passionate his interest was with her. "You'd make a wonderful bride, Princess. I only hope you can in tern accept me and only me, because I'm not likely to lose too any of these whelps in Tarben. Though a victor would only be chosen by you, should someone try." She smiled, rolling her eyes playfully. ”Bal, baby. There is a reason I haven’t left. Any of those other whelps are not worth my time.” She spoke, giving a flirty gaze his way. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and nuzzled into her neck before speaking again. "I'm truly glad to be paired to such a beautiful woman as yourself by this universe." She let out a small chuckle, flustered. Before she could get a response in, his demeanor changed as he roughly mounted her.

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She felt Bal dismount, letting her starry pelted body slowly fall to a laying position and only one thing crossed her mind. Surely no one would be able to be better than him. A very biased decision, since she had not laid with another before, but she hoped that this would be her one and only mate for life. The thought of Tarben and Hawthorne’s relationship did not even cross her mind, nor her family for that matter. If she ended up bearing kids with Balerion, she would have to do her due diligence and take care of them. She always secretly wanted a family. Her crimson gaze then met Bal’s own fiery one, her ears perking as he spoke. ”I hope I wasn’t too rough, princess.” She tiredly shook her head, her pupils still wide with the ecstasy their rendezvous had given her, and her jaw slightly open as she panted softly. ”You’re to meet your family again soon, aren’t you? If they ask for your return, what will you do?” Balerion spoke, turning his head away just as the realization of his words could be seen in her crimson eyes. Her breath stopped. For a small moment, there was silence.

Lahmer quickly came to a stand, well, as quickly as someone lightheaded would and began to pace back and forth in Bal’s den as thoughts tumbled through her mind, some of them being verbalized into mumbles. Her fur stood slightly on edge, partly from the mating earlier but also some from her nervousness. ”What am I going to do? Will mom want me back after what I’ve done? Would she forgive me? Do I even have the option to go back now? Do I even want to go back after being given up without hesitation? I have someone who does not want to give up on me here. I-“ It was then that the Hawthorne princess felt the lack of blood to her head, as a result of getting up too fast and then pacing like she did, and she felt her body collapse again. In a daze, she probably would not pick up on any words of Bal’s until a few minutes had passed and the blood came back to her head.

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