Iris couldn't think straight. Trident was so close to her, she could smell him. He stared intently at her, waiting for a response to his advice. Which made her cheeks flush as her heart hammered within her chest.
"I understand what it means to be Queen, I just don't know if I'm ready for it," Iris replied, happy at get any words out at all.
'Trident' scoffed at the memory of thinking the same thing; "You don't have a choice, Iris.. You're already the Queen. All that's left to do is embrace it."
He realized how close he was to her, but Atlas couldn't stop himself. He patted the top of her head, then slid it down to cup her cheek. The pink of her cheeks and ears grew brighter, making it hard for him not to smile. Somehow, he managed to keep his poker face.
Removing his hand, 'Trident' said; "You'll be fine as long as you remember what it is you want most. Don't lose focus of that, and you won't lose yourself."
