Take you βround the world, they donβt have to understand, rub it in their face, put a rock on her handβ¦
βYou have to become the wolf. You cannot be a meek, vulnerable lamb.β Ambessa growled, her voice sharp and simultaneously loving.
This conversation occurred about once a week.
She drove you insane, with her never ending monologues and lectures and rants, but also confused you, with harsh words and gentle eyes.
βYou cannot bend like a fragile willow to every question and demand. You have to have some spine, darling!β She barked, pacing around the room like a lioness ready to strike.
You simply stared at her blankly, sitting on the silk blankets of your shared bed.
Her tough facade faded momentarily, her expression shifting. You always did this to her. She couldnβt stand it, she hated the way you made her feel, but she loved you. She loved you so much it made her want to claw out her eyes, scream to the gods, rip out her heart, but nothing she ever did could stop this love. So she surrendered to it.
βI canβt stand to see people take advantage of your kindness. It weakens me. You weaken me.β
She sighed, glancing out the window, before turning on her heel.
Ambessa sat down next to you with a huff, her chocolate brown eyes hardening once more as she stared at your pretty face.