As the princess' chivalrous alchemist spoke the book's words out loud , she begun to paw at him. As a pup would with their dolly, as she'd succumb to sleep. Well he was her 'dolly' at this point, was he not? Their relationship did consist more of childish/needy pawing , heavy cuddling, then sexual advances. And this was taking in to account their budding relationship day one. After all, the two had always joked among themselves, that they were already in committed relationship, called friendship. He was her shoulder to cry on, and her blanket of protection and safety, longer then he was her lover. This brought back nostalgic feelings of the Alchemist.


Never could he have imagined that he'd find his sweet pup years later... Who grown into such a lovely woman. Who could have her pick of any man. And instead she chooses to snub all these handsome eligible bachelors, then ending up nude in his arms. He wasn't worthy of her, how did he come to end up with something this special in his arms?


He in some aspects was robbing her of a life. But he lusted for her, and was far to weak to say no to that beautiful and intelligent face. That other males could never appreciate and begin to understand. Sooner then later she'd be broken and abused, he knew could save her from that. Or so he tried to tell myself this. How long could they keep going like this, he could never be accepted as a suitable husband. End in the the end she would still be pawned off to someone, that was his complete opposite. And once he'd realized she was spoiled goods at this point, her life with this person would be utter hell, behind open and close doors.


The time had come, where he'd have to unlock that darker side of himself that he chose to hide away, if wanted to take Thistle for keeps.