Thread: The Prince's Pet ( Lox & Meadowe )

Lox looked sadly at the quivering form underneath his sheets and sighed deeply. He shouldn't have lost his temper in front of her but maybe if he explained why he had become so enraged that he threatened death might be enough for Kara not to be terrified of him. Sitting on the edge of the bed he rubbed his eyes tiredly, murmuring softly and steadily even though there was a heavy strain in his voice. Kara.... I can understand why you would be afraid of me after that outburst, but there is a reason I am particularly sensitive about my pets, especially when someone threatens them. If you look outside the window in front of me you'll be able to see a large oak tree in the middle of the field, and beneath it even if you can't see it is a small grave stone. He was quiet for a moment as he thought back to that day he had lost it completely. This kingdom is known for it's hunting dogs because I trained them, the carrier hawks because I hand fed them out of the egg, and some of the greatest mounts across the land I reared myself because I have an affinity to animals greater than most living on this continent. Since I was a child I have been raising animals but early in life I owned a pet I held more dear than any other before it. Even if she was across the bed she would be able to feel the small vibrations of his body quivering with anger. It was an orange fox that just like you was captured when it was still just a baby, and because it was a runt the hunter gave him to me as a present to raise. For as small as it was, the little guy was smarter than any dog I've ever touched and could understand three times the number of commands I had ever even dared to train in another canine. He was my pride and joy but a noble just like the one I threatened today decided he had better uses for the fox. He was new to this kingdom and did not care who the creature belonged do and decided to make gloves for his wife out of my friends hide while he was still alive. He feigned ignorance and said he had found a runty fox that made for a good bit of sport when I arrived at the banquet my father was holding for the nobles. But at the time it wasn't known I had inherited a blood rage from my mother's side of the family. She had called the people afflicted with it berserkers... but I hadn't shown any signs of that wrath until that night. I was only twelve when it happened, but it took four of my father's personal guardsman to drag me away but not until I killed that noble, his son, his wife, and his three guards with my friends hide clutched in my fist. Lox sighed as his form seemed to sag with grief, bent over and looking out at the field where he had buried his little friend. That is why my rage has no bounds when it comes to threats towards my pets, especially you since you are not a pet but a woman in your own regard. I doubt my father wants a repeat of that incident and will most likely hurl the whole lot of them out of the castle but I will not hesitate or back down from my word. If a soul does you harm then they will not escape me but also remember Kara.... I swore I would never harm you, and I won't ever break that promise.