Ember’s last words continued to ring in Morpheus’s mind…
…we are mates as well, right?
…mates as well, right?
…right?
Morpheus had not expected Ember to draw such a conclusion.
‘My mate?’
Morpheus did not say a single lie in his explanation towards Ember. Everything he told her was true, albeit hiding one important fact–that for his kind, a mate bond is like marriage. All he was intending to do was not tell her the intimacy part directly as he didn’t know how to explain to this naive girl all that..
He was just trying to get her to become closer to her mate, wanting their relationship to improve, giving her ideas so that the stubborn dragon would let her in the walls he built around himself. He wanted Draven to give up his reservations and mate with her but…
[0)??? ‘What did she just say?’
Morpheus felt something within him stirring. After vowing to avenge his fallen family, he had never thought about having a mate and he was far from considering these things. He merely wanted to bring trouble to that Dragon using his mate…that was the reason why he had come…and yet…
He shook his head to get back his composure and then put that usual lopsided smirk on his lips. “You are so naive, little female.”
She only looked at him in confusion. “Does that mean ‘no’?”
Morpheus wanted to agree and say that was the case, but he couldn’t say those words out loud. He chose to ignore her question.
“You want to show the King gratitude for everything he’s given you, right? Then you must work hard to at least make him feel you are worth making his mate,” he said.
“I understand.” She nodded. “What do I do?”
“What do family do? What do friends do?” he asked back.
“They show each other they care and give each other things…?” Ember fiddled with the sleeves of her dress. “But…I do not know how to show him care and I do not have anything I can give him. Isn’t he the most powerful person in this kingdom? He already has people serving him and he is lacking nothing–“
“You are wrong with that,” Morpheus corrected her. “There are many things you can do. For example, when a friend is sad or in trouble, what can you do?”
“I can…comfort them? Listen to their problems? Like how you are with me…” she answered as the realization came to her.
He smirked lightly as he could not help but adore her naiveness. “So smart, little female.”
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