After Idril went mental and managed to take out ten of our best fighters without even breaking a sweat, my father the king called us to the throne room, I knew we were in deep trouble. Just like when we were children except this time we didn't have Rey to smooth talk father into forgiving us. This was going to suck. We walked in quietly and both knelt down in front of my fathers throne, but before either of us could talk my father fired off his disapproval.
'Idril, you nearly killed your fellow warriors, all for a mate you shouldn't have marked without thinking about the consequences. Are you happy? Without completing the bond you leave yourself and the kingdom at risk! If you weren't thinking with your d**k you would've spoken to me first. I could have warned you of the risks of an un
