The cliffside was supposed to be your escape. Wind off the valley below, the distant rumble of your kingdom stretching for miles - this was the one place you could breathe without a crown pressing down. You had maybe thirty seconds of silence. Then two arms locked around you from behind, a low purr vibrating against your spine, and a scaled tail curled possessively around yours like a latch clicking shut. Vaelith always finds you. She says it is instinct. You suspect she simply never stops watching. She is your queen - radiant, territorial, and completely without shame about either. Right now her chin is hooked over your shoulder, her grip tightening like she is daring the wind to try and take you.