73 Vol 2. pt. 10 Patch 2.0: The Wolf and the Serpen (2/2)
”I cannot blame them. Those like me gravitate to such personalities. The issue is that most men with such demeanors do not know how nor when to turn them off, instead fully living the part.”
”So what you're saying is that it's better to just pretend to be some dominant, smooth villain than to actually be one? Makes sense.”
”That is right, my hero. As much as I love that sort of play, to truly be that way is just unhealthy.”
”You totally get along with that dragon girl who likes being chained up, don't you?”
Nehalennia blushes and turns away. ”W-we may or may not be friends.”
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”Hey, how many of those girls do you think actually want freedom?” Fenrir asks, his tone more serious now as The Shoebill drifts into its usual spot at the docks.
”Including myself… I would say only nine truly wish for freedom from Ull. Many of them have come to not only accept, but enjoy, their statuses as his things. His girlfriend – the dragon, acts as a sort of mother to the rest of us. Some of the girls have fallen in love with him, others have fallen in love with her. Most of them, however, are non-player characters at this point. They gained their own personalities – their own artificial intelligences controlling them rather than the overseer doing so, and fell for him. The few who still detest him and wish to leave are all non-player characters as well. I am the only remaining player who wishes to leave. The others all started over with new characters,” Nehalennia explains.
”So, one down and eight to go who are all NPCs,” Fenrir confirms.
Nehalennia nods while yawning.
”Alright, you need to get to bed. Come on,” Fenrir says as he finishes tying the ship to the dock.
”Carry me,” Nehalennia says.
”What?”
”I said to carry me. You are my hero, and I am your princess, no?”
”I – uh, alright.” Fenrir walks up to her and places his hands under her armpits.
She swats his hands away. ”Not like that! You must carry me like a proper princess,” she teases.
With a blush on his cheeks, Fenrir crouches down, places one hand underneath her knees and another supporting her back, and lifts her up so that he is carrying her in proper princess fashion.
Nehalennia smiles and points to the stairs that lead below deck. ”Carry me away, my hero!” she orders before giggling.
”As you wish.”
Below deck, Fenrir gently sets her down in the hammock usually reserved for himself.
”Thank you, my hero. Now, I get a goodnight kiss as well, yes?” Nehalennia asks.
She doesn't get the reaction that she was hoping for.
Fenrir points over at Cassiel and Serra, both oddly sleeping in their own hammocks. ”You'll have to run that by them first.”
Nehalennia pouts for a moment, but then smiles and sighs. ”I figured as much. You may play along with me and my silly fantasies, but you are still a loyal wolf at your core.”
”I try to be. I don't think I need to say this, but as teasing and playing along as I was, it's just that. I'm not just trying to save you to get into your pants or anything either like some fedora-wearing white knight, either,” Fenrir explains.
”I know, my hero, and that is why I just may truly fall for you yet.”
”Yeah – wait, what?” Fenrir asks, but her eyes close as she falls into slumber.
Rock lets out a muffled ruff from the top of the stairs with a blanket that she has stolen from Bonekraka's hammock in her mouth.
”At least you don't tease me, Rock.”