Zevulun smiled at Mariael with slightly too wide and mischievous a grin. Once Freya was turned, ready to move forward into the Inlet, Mariael shot him back a look – ears flicked back and eyes narrowed – Zevulun’s smile widened and then he turned about to escort Freya. His gaze latched on to her son initially feeling a small pang of sorrow that he wasn’t his. Zevulun’s love of children had only grown a tenfold watching Izizel grow up over the past year.
Allowing silence to rest between them for only a moment, Zevulun’s eyes jerked to her and he cleared his throat. “So…” He looked for her son, making sure the crafty little colt was out of earshot before glancing back her way. “I wasn’t aware you were a previous queen of Tinuvel when we met.” His voice lowered playfully and the charming smirk painted over his mouth as if it was always meant to be there. Zevulun was shameless in his flirting, his cream-white tail flagging out at his hindquarters, neck arching to flex the muscles beneath the skin as he watched her.
There were many more things he wanted to ask and tease her about, but he waited for her reaction before he pressed any further.
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