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Bridget jumped as the bone cracked, not that Amy was particularly pleased with that. It wasn't too loud, but she had to be patient. She was still very young after all. It was easy to see in the way she pranced around, playing with the way the light reflected off the rubies. Kohaku watched Amy, all smiles as she petted him. He was different from Bridget, in how he was raised and the lessons she taught him. They were both hers though, and would be used accordingly.
Amy laughed softly, tugging gently on Bridget's ear. Yes, your mate. You'll be a princess. And someday, a queen. Her gaze turned to Kohaku expectantly, letting her know she expected him to not just remain a prince, but become a king and a leader, powerful in his actions. Kohaku ran behind Amy, vehemently protesting the idea. Laughing Amy looked over to him, her eyes cruel in their gaze. You shall be. Girls won't always be gross, and I don't want you to become mates with someone who isn't worthy.
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