Promise you I'll never leave your side

'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need

Sleep had, admittedly, not been quite as restful for the Were-King as he would have liked it to have been. In the wake of the evening that had come and gone, he hardly felt as refreshed and renewed to take on the challenges ahead of him. Quite on the contrary, Aiden was...battle weary at best. The future that awaited them seemed oppressive and overwhelming, even in spite of Matteo's assurances that Risque had little intention to drag him permanently back to the depths of her hell. It was that very apprehension that prompted Aiden to return to his aloofness, the man prone to his quietness even in those early hours as a yawn crossed his lips. It was tempting to merely return to that slumber then face even the queries he knew Mira would surely have, even if he wasn't entirely certain of what they were. Unfortunately, the woman had long since noticed him awake, her slender figure shifting in his arms to stretch out with a comfortable sort of ease. He was hardly prepared, however, for that carefully worded query upon her lips, the girl purposefully leaving that question hanging in the air and yet, Aiden was well aware of it, all the same. It would have been easy to simply let those feelings go unanswered and yet...he wasn't sure he was quite ready for another relationship like that, not when his last ones had gone so terribly askew so quickly.

An audible sigh left the Were-King's lips as he reached up, resting his head upon his arm as his hand buried deep within his curly brunette locks. His gaze turned away from her, even as he softly uttered her name. It was...uniquely rare for the Were-King to be so forward at the beginning of their 'relationship' and yet...surely she deserved some sort of forewarning to what she was getting into. Isolt, after all, had known...and in the end, Risque had been a wedge between them that had existed ever since. Samantha had been oblivious of that past life, though he had thought it would no longer haunt him enough to make mention of it...until it did. By then, however, it had already been too late for them. But Mira...Mira still had time to escape that condemnation. She had no idea of what being involved with him entailed and though Aiden had little intention of informing her of the minute details...she deserved....something. He was aware of her pulling those sheets around her, even as he insisted that he was a 'shit' boyfriend and that she certainly deserved far more than he could ever offer her.

He was well aware of the weight of those fiery hued irises upon him as he spoke, his own gaze slowly sliding back towards her in the wake of that veritable 'out' he'd offered her. Slowly, he watched as her lips parted, though she seemed mock irritated that he'd believe his family was capable of coaxing her to agree to something she hadn't wanted. The very idea prompted a snort from his nose as his emerald irises turned back towards the ceiling. "You'd be the first person in the history of the world to not be intimidated by my family. Even I was." He admitted, after all, how did you walk into a room of multiple generations of royalty without being at least a little daunted? Still...he hadn't realized how much she'd...desired that relationship status between them....or maybe he'd just...pretended not to if only because it was easier - for them both. It was cruel of him to involve himself with her so...intimately when he knew it wasn't going to last. It would hurt her the most when he disappeared without a trace and for a moment, that tender sorrow was mirrored within the depths of those emerald irises as his gaze turned back towards her.

Aiden watched as she propped herself up, the girl insisting that she was certain he wasn't accurate (oh, if only she knew), only to comment both of his tendency to focus upon the contentment of his pack over himself and...perhaps more uncomfortably, of his habit to push her away the very moment that relationship between them seemed to solidify into something else. He had not, admittedly, been prepared to face such an observation, the entrancing emerald of his gaze returned towards the ceiling as that stark detachment so returned to his features. She wanted answers to questions he would likely never be prepared to broach, those why's were far more complicated than Mira could ever anticipate. Thankfully, she hardly seemed to focus on her wonderings now before she softly uttered of fear he was far more capable of assuaging. That near callousness upon his features was broken by a distinctly subtle simper as Aiden turned towards her, rolling onto his side in the process. He reached up, his thumb gingerly caressing her cheek as his knuckles ran against her jawline. "Mira..." The Alpha muttered softly, "Of course I want you." And he did. But he also wanted her happy and alive and safe and those...those were not things he could necessarily promise her and those were vastly more important than his own selfish desires.