[ She's his, too, that even if she orders him around, she knows that her life is his. She knows his moods and she knows that he's unhappy. Mako meets his gaze with a steady grace, only reaching out when he's close enough, and pulling him into an embrace.
It doesn't matter if it's another woman's smell on him, if it's her perfume that he's been stained with. She just wants to know this: ]
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[ She's his, too, that even if she orders him around, she knows that her life is his. She knows his moods and she knows that he's unhappy. Mako meets his gaze with a steady grace, only reaching out when he's close enough, and pulling him into an embrace.
It doesn't matter if it's another woman's smell on him, if it's her perfume that he's been stained with. She just wants to know this: ]
Are you still mine, my King?