I don't really like myself without you
A subtle sick feeling stirred in his belly as he watches her. Nothing against the beautiful figure of Chalice, but his lack of sleep was getting to him. His dark ears flicker at her answer, but per usual her words were too advanced for him to understand. He remembers asking her many times what she meant that it had probably been annoying. Chalice was around his age, but he felt her knowledge was years ahead. Though his lack of pretty words were made up in the strength he was growing beneath his skin. He could protect her, or so he thought, and he wanted to show her that. Ironclad wanted to turn her beauty into true gold in his heart.
Still, he does take note of something she says. His eyes close for a second, but she continues to speak so they peel back open. A master? Is that now what a subject was to a King? Was Chalice not his subject through claiming? He stares at her puzzled as she continues. By the end of her speech he thinks he might know what she means. His lips part to speak, but she quickly squashes his words with more of her soulful tune. Stubborn? He makes the land like stone? He stares at her confused once more until finally she says something he could clearly understand; a walk. His head slowly nods as he takes a step closer to her. His mind falls back onto a comment she said earlier.
“Is that all you think I want from you? Your body?” Was he really becoming that stallion? Just like all the rest that chase mares only for their abilities to increase his bloodline. He had greatly wished he would not be this way, or like his father’s iron fist, but he was becoming so. As a colt he swore he would only chase love. Now with so many different mares in front of him he was having trouble choosing. He felt a connection with nearly every mare in his herd, save for one. Chalice was sweet and no longer tried to bite him back, but she still wasn’t opening up to him like he wanted. He wonders if forcing her here was really the right thing. After destroying a relationship, he thought was true love maybe a bit of good karma was what he needed.
He steps closer and closer until his greying forehead reaches out to press against her shoulder. His eyes squeeze shut as a single tear rolls down his cheeks. ”I want more than that from you and from everyone in my herd. I want your hearts involved in this land just as mine is and my father’s was. I watched him die here and I vow to keep the Inlet and take care of this land to prosper to life.” He takes in a deep breath that shakes his body. ”You are beautiful Chalice and I want you here. I want to grow a relationship with you, but what are you saying? Are you saying you will die here? Your coat will lose its beautiful sheen and your heart will grow dim? What are you trying to tell me?”