Male: Namor the Sub-Mariner
Setting: Civil War
AN: So here's that surprise I've been promising you, hope you enjoy it Itoma-Kun. :D
Kagome sighed as she sat next to his throne, her feet kicking back and forth a bit as she lounged, her gaze taking in the way he strutted about, muttering under his breath. "So, what are we going to do my king?" He merely crossed his arms behind his back. She sighed knowing he didn't even hear her question and with a small hop she landed on her feet, her weight less than what it should be since they were so far under water.
She snaked her way to him, her hair and dress robes floating behind her on the current, the joys of being in Atlantis, and swam her way over to him, anchoring herself to him by wrapping her arms around his chest from behind, her chin resting on his broad shoulder. She smiled as he jumped lightly and raised a hand to rest it over hers letting out a low rumble.
"I…am unsure." She nodded, nuzzling the side of his neck, glad for the enchant that made it so she could live in such a climate, she owed the mystic for his help with the incantation. She briefly hoped he wouldn't call up on her now, she would not leave her husband's side at such a time, the very world around them was shifting. Then again he would more then likely stay out of it and fast or something in hopes it would help, that was just how he was. The crazy old coot, and she did mean that in a good way.
"She is dead…" She sighed sadly thinking of his fallen cousin, the young girl had been killed during the Stamford incident, yet no one seemed to care. "I know, she will be missed." He glared at his throne, his fist clenching in anger. "She will be avenged." She hugged him tighter, knowing things were about to change even more. "You're going to activate them?"
He nodded his head stiffly already going over the various ways it could unfold in his head. "Yes, they seem to forget one of the royal blood line was killed…they will be reminded and they will know we will not let such an offense slide." She nodded; she hated what was happening in the surface world, a world she had once called home. Never had she been more reassured that she had made the right choice to leave it behind to follow her heart. "They might see it as an act of war…"
He snorted as he easily pulled her to face him wrapping his arms around her slim waist, loving the way her onyx hair floated about her, her blue eyes glowing in the underwater light. "If it means being dragged into their petty civil war so be it. Stark already knows where I stand, if he wants to push it then so be it. They will be reminded that we are not to be messed with. Now enough of this talk, my queen. We have more pressing matters to attend to…"
She smiled as she let him pull her flush to him and lifted her head to give him a kiss. She knew he was worried, as king of Atlantis he had so much resting on his shoulders. He had wanted to stay neutral in this brewing war but he could not, a royal family member had been slain and they were doing nothing about it. Instead they were turning on each other, pointing fingers and shifting the blame. Yet as soon as they would try to get justice they would turn on them, she knew how Stark was.
Very soon the horns of war would sound and the world would never be the same. If he wanted to forget that if only for a brief moment then who was she to deny him? Her king and husband.
She smiled into the kiss as he tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her closer, as it was it seemed he wanted to try and make an heir. With a breathy moan she let him lead her to their chambers, more then ready to assist him in his quest for a heir.