It became very clear that his attraction to her really was strong, and though Eira found that she was attracted to his human form, what he said was all a lot to take in.  A dragon? How was it even possible?  There had always been rumors that her father had married a commoner and some had even floated the idea that she was a witch, but Eira had always chalked that up to jealous couturiers who wished they had married the king. Now it felt as if the rumors were some how true.<br/><br/>"This is all a...A lot to take in."  She said, stepping back from him.  Her eyes eased their way back into the circular shape they normally carried.  "And that was too much, rough is one thing, facing lightning dead on is another."  She uttered, a sharpness still holding tight in her voice.<br/><br/>"I've lost a lot in the last year and this is just another thing I have to contend with.  I understand that you fancy me, but...Those feelings and the traditions you speak of, they sound much like the system I already inhabit.  Rules made centuries ago by those that only looked out for themselves or their own power."  Perhaps there was more to it with the dragons, but the entire reason her father had fallen out of favor with some of his nobles was due to the fact that he was unorthodox.  He had not taken another wife after her mother died.  He had not tried to produce a male heir.  He had raised Eira to take his place when he died, to rule as a king would have.<br/><br/>"Keep your traditions and your gifts, I have a kingdom to fight for..." She sounded disheartened, perhaps a little broken, as she turned from him.