Nala's tail tightened around him as she thought smugly to herself,
'Perfect. Absolutely perfect. There's no way he can wriggle out of this one.'
She imagined him flustered, backpedaling, stammering something ridiculous like "W-We can't be married, that's impossible!"while she watched him shake under her gaze.
'Oh, how satisfying that would be, to see him as the timid one for once, to watch him retreat.'
But as quickly as that smugness came, an ache crept in with it. Because if he really did pull away...if he really did tell her "No, I can't be with you"...that sting would hurt deeper than she wanted to admit.
For all her shamelessness, for all her wild talk of husbands and babies and fake noble titles, the thought of his rejection pinched at something fragile inside her.
Still, she had started this show, and there was no backing out. So with a forced but bright smile, she leaned closer, her golden eyes locked on his.
