At first she thought he was not going to speak, that another long silence would stretch and fill up some part of their bond.<br/><br/>How much love had been there after that first wonderful moment of realizing it? And how much had been strained by what neither of them would dsay? And then her spoke and she jerked as if struck at his words, a hand coming up to push him away as tears sparked in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh...I can't? But I can be for one night the Lord of Shadow's, I can belong to the Seelie, to this world I find little to love in, but I can't be yours? You who I have said I love, who I have offered myself to over and over?" She turned on him, her skin shinning, flushed with anger, her magic rising in her unbidden.<br/><br/>"I can't take it anymore Roarke, I can't. You are you, not a mongrel, not any less then me, then anyone, you deny us both...you deny the love that could be..and I can't bare it." Tears coursed over her cheeks and she strode past him angrily, to the windows, giving her back as the sunlight poured over her and she tried to draw some sort of reassurance from it. She hated this, hated being melodramatic, hated feeling so damn trapped. She cared for Connal, she knew that, he had been there in her dreams for so long, she lusted for and felt a deep attraction with the Wild King, and there was affectionate and interest with a few of her other guards but Roarke...he was different, he was something else. But what that something else was would never matter because he wouldn't let it.