Dawn looked away from him then, for all that he had hurt her she did not have in her heart to ruthlessly hurt him for more then a moment. It hurt her to see pain in his eyes. Damn him. Perhaps it was her mortal heart, the 'weak' part of her. She forced her hand to move, to pick up her hair brush and she lifted it to drag it through the mass of her starlight hair.<br/><br/>"The Lord of Shadows, King of the Slaugh, of the Wild Court. He was a wonderful dance partner last night and we enjoyed each other's company. So we agreed to seek more."<br/><br/>Was he just jealous? No, he hadn't been, not with the other guards. So was it that he wanted to mark her then? That he wanted to make her skin hold his actions in narrative? She could hope, but she feared he never would, he would never do anything to her that wasn't right for his perfect delicate princess. Who she wasn't. She wasn't his ideal, she wasn't Connal's Caer, she wasn't...she wasn't so many things. And Goddess, that hurt, it really did. "Not that I suppose you would mind, after all I was only...swaying him."