The Brave Human Mate

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King Romulus' POV

"You want me to plan a what?!" Rhea shrieked, their dinner completely abandoned for another moment or two before Romulus had better her viewpoint on the matter.
"Rhea, I do not trust many people, and I'm told it's a great honor to be asked by the King for a—"
"Don't play that game with me, Romulus. Even I know that it's a distraction."
"A distraction? Perhaps, but it gives the other members of the court something to look forward to and places a good grace on your name. I cannot be entirely to pin on this, Lyall had thought it a great idea."

"I didn't really want that sort of image on my name, Rom. That I have my head in the clouds and can do no better than plan an event." Romulus frowned at the matter, do others truly believe that is what goes on behind the scenes?

"If that's the case, I might have to have a word with my planners. I cannot have a member of my staff up in the clouds." That had earned him an even fiery glare, one that he hummed in accepting from the tease. "Truly, Amory. It would do me a great honor and service. It will show host to a number of wealthy individuals throughout the Kingdom. I do not want some ill-tempered female who will start crying the moment I find something I do not like."
"So what you're saying is that you've made a female cry because of her party planning? Honestly, Romulus, you can be so cruel." She claimed, her hands on her hips and a rather disappointed scowl growing on her face to showcase just how she took to hearing said story.

"Ah, but you, my brave little Queen...You don't care about my voice rising or anything—Besides, you know, deep down, that I cannot hurt you." It was a hint, sitting right before her. Even if she had taken the small glance down to her wrist, one that was still on the mend...She knew that it wasn't him who struck her down.

"I suppose you're right. Or you like when I threaten to smack you on the nose? Are you a glutton for punishment?" Now the smirk was widely featured on him as he turned this way and that, the sneaky male that he was had decided that these small intimate touches and caresses had found it's way from their private dwellings and into public sectors. Course, Romulus was fairly careful as to whom might be witnessing things.

"For your punishments? Always. But I am not jesting when I said I need a female with a backbone."
"I didn't think you were, I only hope you remember this conversation a little down the line when the Ball is actually in production."
"Then we are in agreement. The ball will be next Saturday." He smiled, already ducking for cover as Rhea had taken the scroll in her hand with a very firm grip. And he wasn't one to cower away, but his wolf had turned readily playful with each passing second he had spent with her.

Now that the tension had drifted away.

Now that she hadn't received any sort of pain from their last encounter, things were on track for a healthy reign. One with a powerful Queen by his side, and Romulus was damned if, by the end of the year, he wasn't on the cards to marry her—He wasn't sure if he could properly break the news to his wolf.

"Next Saturday?!"

"I wanted to give you ample time to plan the event."
"Saturday?!"

"I realize I didn't give you much of a warning, Rhea, but truly I believe you can do it."
"Ten-days?! What the hell am I going to do in ten days!" Her hands had gone to her hair as she began to overcrowd her mind with endless thoughts and abilities. "I need to go."
"I would like an update when you get the chance, Rhea!"
"Yeah? And I'll show you where you can stick it." She hissed, but the playfulness in her eyes had never left.
No, the sense of determination had filled the air and then some.