They weren't dead. Hecuba knew it was a foolish thing to believe, honestly. Considering where she had seen them last, it only made logical sense that they had been either captured or killed by the rogues. She did hope, however, that wherever they were.. they were happy. It seemed impossible considering their personalities but, well, she had hope now. Maybe it was stupid, but she would do her best to believe that.

"I would have died along with you within moments," she said with a sigh. "My intent was to kill Caligula in revenge, but he's so favored by everyone it would have been a frenzy to slaughter me seconds afterwards. I never wanted to hurt Caligula, but I wanted to hurt Sarthak. So that was my intention, so.. I don't know about alright." Hecuba laughed a humorless laugh. "You aren't the only reckless one in this family." She sighed, rubbing her head beneath his chin.

He listened to her as she began to explain on what would've happened once his body had hit the floor. Caligula would've been next and then herself. Which he couldn't blame her one bit even if he would've told her not to. But that wouldn't have done any good, he would've been dead by then. "Truthfully, I wouldn't have expect any less of you. Caligula is a good lion, just loving the wrong one." He would state bluntly. He squeezed her slightly before speaking again. "That is why we fit so well together." He teased her then, trying to lighten up the mood.

Hecuba's laugh was a bit more genuine this time. Yeah, yeah. It wasn't too difficult to imagine her flipping shit and taking what revenge she could, was it? Fortunately it had never come to that, but now she was too afraid of Sarthak to even approach Caligula and apologize for wanting to kill him. It was.. an awkward conversation to even think about. Chances were it would never happen, and everyone would probably be accepting of that.

She breathed him in as he squeezed her close. "Yeah.." she agreed softly, looking up at him with need in her seafoam gaze. Hecuba tended to get what she wanted, so the lioness was quite blunt about rubbing herself against him and dropping every hint under the sun. She purred, headbutting his shoulder to encourage him upwards.

If she wanted to apologize to Caligula, Drakon would go with her. He wasn't afraid to approach the maneless male like she may be. Sarthak did not scare him. Death did. And even though he had already died and came back to the living, Drakon still feared it. It was more of about the fear of leaving his wife and children behind with nothing else but their names. Granted, her hints didn't go unnoticed and Drakon pushed himself upwards. After all of their fights, Drakon didn't expect to get laid but then again; what did they normally do after they fought and made up. They had sex. So! What did this change? Nothing. He brushed his nose against her cheek.

He brushed his nose against her cheek and she purred, but the main act was delayed. Hecuba glanced up at him with a pout, wondering if he was concerned whether or not what they were doing was healthy. Huff. "Love your wife, Drakon," she crooned, wiggling her way beneath him to insist on some enjoyment. "Love me like you've just been given a second chance to do so." It was a taunt and a demand, but one she assumed he would be quite willing to partake in. Just in case the message wasn't clear enough, Hecuba flicked her tail to the side and glanced coyly at him from over her shoulder. He knew how she was. He should have known her hunger would only be quelled for a time.

Her words, the way her body teased him, was enough to cause the dragon within the rumble. Ears flattened in his head as Drakon would breath in her sweet scent. "You don't have to ask me twice." He would rumble at her as jaws opened up and grabbed onto her nape. It had been to long or at least that was how it felt to him, he wasn't sure about her. Moving so that they were both comfortable, Drakon would then start this love dance.

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Ahh, yes, that was much better. Hecuba gave a throaty purr of approval as he moved to take her, securing her back where she belonged. Perhaps he would stay with Gwyn and perhaps he would not, but she would love him through all of it. She would make it known she did not approve of the man, would openly battle against him if need be -- but Drakon was not Gwyn. She would not leave him to dwell in darkness when it was so clear she was his only light. Hecuba growled in anticipation as he grabbed her scruff, happy to melt beneath him.

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