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A change in the air alerted the Lykoi girl that she was not alone and a moment later she sensed the dark form of her King looming over her. He paused only momentarily, speaking her name with that husky tone she had come to love. While darkened ears fell closer to her crown of gold and a bloom of rose grew beneath the tawny fur along her cheeks, Clover dipped her head in greeting to the Boss. Good evening, Sir. She watched him silently as he made his way past her to lounge upon his majestic throne crafted from stone. As he situated himself amongst rock and bear skin, straw yellow eyes left the precious mirror still held within both hands and traced the outline of the King’s lean frame. Her eyes lingered upon the scars adorning his chest, before his yawn brought her gaze northward in search of her favorite shade of apple green. It was then that Clover caught the brief flash of pain and immediately rose from her place on the floor.
A few sweeping steps brought the Lykoi girl to Sirius’ side. Are you hurting, love? His comfort was, after all, her priority. Whether it was a matter of making his chamber more suitable to his needs or providing him with some sort of medicinal cure, Clover was happy to oblige. Much like the crush that Clover had developed for Harlowe, the girl was infatuated with this man. Even if he were to reject her from his life, which he obviously had not, she was sure she could not pull away. It seemed as if he was her world, and Clover twirled around him like a sparkling moon lost in his attraction.
What can I do for you? From her vantage point, Clover looked down upon her King. Her gaze fell upon his dark locks and she longed to retrieve the bone comb from his chest so that she might run its teeth through it. She would wait for his word though, for perhaps he did not fancy her aid in grooming. Whatever it may be, Clover was ready at his side.
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