Alistair watched the Queen, though he didn't mean to intrude or overstep with her. Her words were genuine. “We met via a soulmate tie. Months later, we ran into each other again. It resulted in the children. He’s not so bad. Vengeful, temperamental-yes, but he can be rather kind. Perhaps, I could do better. But for a lonely, newly crowned queen, he was quite alright. And when the children went with me to visit him, he was very good to them. Full disclosure, that’s where Kàra’s gone-to Tarben. She’s more of a Dane than a royal. I miss her.”
His eyes darted to the ground, a soft sigh leaving his chest. "I don't wish to overstep when I say this, my Queen, but . . . " He trailed off before he looked back to her. "Did you by chance think he maybe used you? All the things I've heard of him is how he's ruthless, will take women even by force, and all just to fill his pack with an army fit to take on any who oppose him." He said softly, his brows raised in concern for the Queen.
"I miss mine too . . ." He spoke then, referring to her mention of her daughter. "I always wanted a big family, but it seems that everythings screaming at me not to have that. That I can't." He sighed, his eyes looking to the sky. "It's hard enough for me to find someone who actually cares for me. Let alone be lucky enough to find another woman who loved me like Persephone." He smiled faintly, shaking his head. "Ah, uh . . . My childrens mother, my past mate. She died in childbirth. I had finally found someone who wanted a family with me, who was loyal, and I watched her die as she brought the very children into the world that we had wanted so badly - Even worse I lost most of them."
He gave another sigh, before looking back to the Queen. His pelt had begun to shift in the oncoming darkness of dusk. His eyes glowed like stars, and his pelt turned a dark blue, pinks, and grays circling as starts shimmered in him. So this was what he really was behind the cloud of his own self pity? "Queen Irina, I may not think it's ideal for us to fight a war with such little of a chance for us as a pack, but I will promise you that no matter the odds - I will follow you into any battle." He said softly, a small smile pulling at his lips. "And if you'd ever do me the honor, should I fall on this upcoming day of war, I'd like to be your mate. I don't wish to be a King, however. I'm not the type for it." He said with an awkward chuckle. "But if I die, I'd like to die knowing I was important to someone."
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