Clover
He was extending an olive branch. Clover knew that so she took it. She opened up about all of her dark thoughts and her need for revenge and blood spilled. She opened up about her fears of appearing weak. Her fears of not being strong enough, not being a good ruler, a just queen. She opened up about her struggles with what to do about Daramond. Her fears of the future, of the past, of the nightmares that she still battles with every single night.
He held her close and stroked her back. Occasionally wiping a tear away from her face. Sometimes with his thumb, sometimes with his lips. Clover shuttered everytime his lips pressed against her skin. Vita and Talon were sitting on a few wooden crates nearby listening to the pair of mates. They both felt protective over Clover and inheren
