The initial shock of seeing him there with blood on his lips had passed now, allowing the Duchess Chance to study the large male with keen interest. Princess had never been the type who went out of her way to meet the fellow members of any of the packs she had lived in. In Dahlia de Mai, she had followed her wretched mother around like a lost puppy, enamored with her as she was. Crimson Dreams had been the home of her attempts at staying close to her only brother, but things had gone drastically wrong when she had done something he didn't like and then he had left out of fear. Now, in the kingdom, she felt as if making an effort wasn't necessary. She was not the type who had friends, anyway.
She withdrew her hand gracefully, watching as he leaned back against the tree. Such a relaxed stature was not something the dignified lady would ever take, but it seemed to suit him, as he was clearly not as accustomed to the humanized way of life here as she was. Princess assumed such, at any rate, because of his lack of clothing in this form and the feral manner in which he was eating. Naturally, she would never partake in such a messy thing. Rather, she ate her food cooked, choosing to prepare meals in that manner for her family, even if Haven and two of their children were not nearly as fickle. Felicity, however, understood her mother's antics.
"These lands are the most comfortable I've lived in," she told him with a look around them. This was probably the place she had found the most happiness, even if things seemed to be changing, and not for the better. Haven's strange behavior had her worried, but she did not want to think of that right now. It would only bring her pleasant mood down, swift and hard. "Today I walk alone," she said cryptically, with a coy smile. Why had she not mentioned Haven now? Normally she would boast about him, having pride in being the mate of the Knight and man of the council, but things had changed. He had stepped down and back from both, and now she did not know what to think or say about them. Something was wrong with him, but she hardly knew what it could possibly be.
"How are you enjoying our kingdom?" she inquired, one hand resting on her cocked out hip in an absent-minded motion.
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