Authors Note: Enjoy this little insight of what I thought to be something close to Nash's internal thoughts when going through his training with her for guarding his mind, I've realized its not very good, but thought it could help boost the numbers and lack of fanfics for this fandom regardless~ Enjoy!
He would stand on one side, her on the other. The door was always locked, and he always called her by her title, as she would he. King Nash. Lady Fire.
She was always almost too irresistible sometimes, almost so that he would loose his mind to her with want–with need for the dazzling Lady Fire, his countless desires for her. Almost. She said that was his problem. This want, this need. This earning he harbored for her secretly–though nothing was exactly secret when in the presence of a human monster–it had to go. He had to control it. Suppress them.
But she was just so magnificent, so beautiful, so overwhelming. Nash wanted it to be impossible–but he knew some things were just too good to be true. Lady Fire's strict values being one of them.
However she wanted him to do so all the same–and despite his effort to dwell on her bewitching-ness and captivating appearances–he still had moments of clearheadedness. He couldn't help noticing how very odd this monster woman was. Monsters preyed on humans, women and men alike, when this particular lady grew pale even at the mention of using her powers in other instances besides self-defense. It frustrated him, in the times when he was able to get through a specially nasty charter, that she wouldn't branch out with consummating her more than exceptional abilities when they were in the middle of a very nasty war, moping the day away–while here he was practically going through a living hell.
He practiced guarding his mind against her when not in her presence too, when he was leaning over the countless piles of paperwork Garan forced him to read over and sign–and dwell on both Lady Fire and the spy work he had to convince her of doing. He assumed the only flaw in his plan was that whenever he recalled back on those thoughts relating to Lady Fire, was that it just brought him back to her excellence and the tremendous cycle repeated itself.
There were days however, where he would maybe be less keen to jump to his reckless thoughts and more in tune to the attention he had to keep on his kingdom for an hour or two. He could focus on that, and more than often his head would be clear.
It took time, strengthening his mind against the marvelous lady monster–lots and lots of time–but he was able to do it eventually. He could hold a conversation without bringing up the topic of betrothal, hold her gaze for as long up to over twenty minutes without to either kiss nor hurt her–for more than often setting his eyes upon her made him angry at what he couldn't have–and even on the rarest, most exceptional occasions kiss her hand after escorting her (usually it was to the stables). But he was finally able to do it.
He would stand on one side, her on the other. The door was open this time, but now–instead of addressing her as Lady Fire–he called her little sister.