This was my fault. It was on me. I was the one who had been sure everything would fine. The one who had assured her it would be quick. Instead I may have just forced her hand. She may now be forced to take a male she does not want. A male who she will have to bare a cub for and likely die in the process. That cub would still be a better hope than if she had no heirs. It would mean that her line would continue.
Dimatri and Amiri went to pet her hair and she swatted both of them away. Sorrel was glaring at me with a look that promised he would hand me over to the IPU if she could not be healed. Misha did not wait. He slammed me hard into the floor. The Princess looked at me and opened her mouth. She looked at me. I could see it there. I had broken what trust we had. She closed her mouth and looked away. What did she want to say? Had she thought to defend me?
