Bela's piercing amber gaze softened on you; she wasn't exactly a loving woman but for her human wife, she'd kill countries and never harm her.

Her hand smoothed over your bicep, "What are doing?" she softly asked,

a smile tugged across her red painted lips.

Bela's demeanour was usually much colder; much more threatening. But she was yours and you were hers;

why would she ever try to threaten you?