A lot of stuff....

Luther: in his jealousy, he think je needs to do everything that Lion do that would appeal to your eyes, but better. He want you to see him, see him like the man that is literally doing the impossible. His heart has been already broke with the loss of his first wife, please see the cracks and fix them, sweet angel.

Julius Kaesoron: he'll dedicate the most romantic songs he can find to you. He ll leave gifts, he'll do a proper way of courting because you deserve the best. He'll try to not be over bearing but will leave poetry for you ,ones that he knew you would love to read and that you know are meant for you. He'll have that look in his eyes, the one that tell you "can you see it? My feelings?"

Kyodomor Forrix: for some would be like if he's collecting the scraps, for others it would be like oretending he's better than their father. Either way an open courting will be seen as an offense to Perturabo's name and that would mean a bad ending to something he has set his mind on. He could directly ask his father permission, but the fear he may refuse linger like a blade. And he want your love, more than anything, not forced but real and tangible. Soft words, reassurances, everything rhat may look simple for others but are a great deal in the legion. Small sign of his affection ,like a trail that lead to his heart.

Qin Xa: like his brothers, he'll go to the tarhet without fear. Jaghatai has refused your love ,that means he has little to fear so he can openly court you. He will literally take you from the ground whole walking and take you on a horse ride, holding you close to his chest to keep you safe. He'll follow the traditions of his people, he'll to everythingnin the boom to win you over.

Gunnar Gunnhilt: he will openly and blatlanty said it. He won't hold back and proclaim in front of everyone, in front of you, that you'll be his and no one else, that the one that had refused you is an idiot and couldn't grasp the loss he had. He will "kidnap" you in front of everyone and laugh about if, gift you the sword he had made for you and hold it with you, cherish your heart beat against his chest. He's showing off and He's okay with it.

Sigismund: a true knight. He' s close, his hands holding yours without gear or shame, because what shame can be given if you are making him feel like a man again? He'll take something of yours to keep close to his heart and kiss it while he fight for your love, he'll holdnit during fights to remind himself there's someone he had ti come back to. He knee to no one but you, his light and hope for the future.

Jago Sevatar: he's like a shark, swimming close to you enpugh to being seen but never to be catched in the action. He's a predator, you are the prey and everyone have to understand that. If one of his brothers dare to lay a finger on you he doesn't esitate to cut off the arm that dared to do so. He'll shield you against them all, scream that whoever dare to touch you is already dead. He'll share with you his thoughts,his feelings, the most delicate oart of his soul.

Raldoron: as much as he wish to have you and end the suffering, he to wait. He know that nothing good can came with rushing, especially when your feelings are on the line. He'll wait, observing while the wound slowly heal, and he'll help you to recover. He'll be there, a nice word in time of needs, a suggestion, a shoulder during hard times. He 'll make you see, makebyou understand that your feelings are not lost, but treasured.

Gabriel Santar: he have a few memories about courting tradition in his clan and none of them ate fitting for you. He knows how to put a planet into compliance but courting? Not one bit. He'll ask outside, to his friend Julius, and a few of his ideas seems fine? Honestly, he look almost adorable with that pout on his face, he look like a boy that is gifting flowers to the little girl he like! What he can do is showing that no one bit of you is replacable, that you are in fact perfect.

Kharn: he's there. While everyone laugh at you and mock you, his fists are ready to strike the punishment they deserve. When around you the fog of the viplence get thicker, he's there ri guiding you out. He'll voice it, making sure everyone knows exactely why he's doing this and while suddenly he's attached to you. While duty may want him close to his primarch, his heart is dragged to you and who he is to fight it? He'll actively fight to gain your attention, to make a statement.

Severus Agemann: he'll follow the custom of Macrage, that means that you had not so much to say about it. Sure, being the bride of a Primarch was far more convenient, but yoir father ans grandfather are unaware of whatbyou felt before. Now they have Severus, the firat captain, ready to get you as his own, and that's perfect. He's...stiff...you 'll be his wofe even before realizing what his heart truly want to tell you, but as soon as you catch up it's easy to understand and catch rhe signals. Him trying to stay as long as he can at your side, gifting you thinv that are precious to him, trying his best to be romantical...is there ,you just need to see it.

Calas Typhon: he'll take advantage of the pain to insinuate the thought in your head. Was that really love? Or it was mere adulation? You know so little about this universe and hia lord, bur Typhon is there, little one! Wanting your love, your heart, your soul! He doesn't need courting ,he just need to push the right button and you'll be his, it's a matter of time. Maybe...maybe even some psychic push would help...

Ahzek Ahriman: you can feel him, close so close to you. You feel his whispers in your head, his heart burning in your chest, the weight of his emotion that is like a burden. And everytime you look around he's there, watching, waiting, with that look between hurt and hopefull. He's afraid of regection, that you may laugh at him, of his feelings, that qords and actions may never reach you before someone else could. That's why he's using his powers, because everything can be a lie but not his mind, not when it's open like a flower in front of you.

Ezekyle Abaddon: he's a warrior, he wouldn't know how to court even if he wanted. What he know is to take what he wants by force and he will do it with the one he love if necessary. He would go straight to Horus and proclaim his disgust, how pathetic is to keep on stirring something that is not meant to be from the beginning. He doesn't care how many lines he's stepping on, he will free you from that illusion you have for Horus and have you for himself. He'll even force a kiss on you while caged between a wall and his arms.

Kor Phaeron: courting? He doesn't need courting, he just need to see how foolish you were to even look at Lorgar like a possible lover! He's a manipulative bastard, he know what word to say, what kind tone he had to use, how to use it...He's a master of that! Making you see through his eyes, making you fall to his feet as he could to yours. That foolish little boy didn't even knew what to do with you, he have so many plans instead! Kor Phaeron want you and he'll have you. Even if he had to mark you as a traitor and have you in a cell for himself.

Artellus Numeon: poor Artellus, he just wanted for you to heal from his father regection! Give you time to regain some stability, to wait untill even the smile of the primarch didn't hurted you so much. Not for his father to try to SET YOU UP TOGETHER! Vulkan's words praised his captain, telling how magnificent he was, how devoted and how kind he was, telling you how lucky anyone would be to be their beloved. Sometime he even make sure the two of you are alone, sonyou can bond properly. Genuinely, Vulkan is doing the best he could, and Artellus is...slightly happy about it.

Kayvaan Shrike: you can feel his hands caressing your hips and arms. The feeling of someone close, his smell imoregnating your clothes... sometimes, when he feel bold enough, he'll get so close you can feel his lips, his cologne ,the pressure against your lips...he's there,un afraid of his actions, un touched but happy. He doesn't want you to believe to be his possession, but he would gladly be one for you .

Along woth your weapon, you had lost as well your cape and your helmet, far too much for your quick escape between the trees. You begged for the beast to gave up, to realasing how futile you were as a meal but it wasn't move by just hunger. Those creatures hated humans and their actions were unnatural in any possible way.

The roots became larger, thickers, now the few ray of light were able to pass throu only after another of the beast rampaging paws. You didn't had time to check, another mistake made by fear. The roots, contorted so deeply between eachother, created a deadend, a wall made of green and wood. When you realized it, you knew there was no way for you to find a way our, because the lion now was there, closer than ever. It rasped his paws around, trying ro get to you, to open his way to finally grab you and devour you.

You were stuck, stuck and dead, you told yourself while squishing yourself againt the roots, trying to get far away as possible from that monster. And everything you could think of now wasn't something nice.

You damned everything and everybody. You damned your ancenstor that had decided that this damn planet was such a good idea to live and the ones that decided to stay, your parents that had rised you to be a warrior to fight against these creatures knowing that this outcome was the most likely to happen, your friends that made you believed that you would come back home safe, your captain that made you advance despite the clues of the presence of this beast. You damned the pressure everyone gave you, the idea that being married ans having a peacefull life would had take you nowhere, that in simplicity there's no future!

And you damned yourself for not refusing everything and became a maid instead of...this.

It was awfull, youbhad nothing but regrets and the hope that that monster would kill you fastly and quickly. The paws were now close tknyou, you could feel the stench and the air cutting close to you and, stilll begging for an unpainfull death, you closed your eyes.

Earth was moved, roots were cutted and...the blow did not came. No, in an instant the quakes from the beast attacks ceased and, suddenly ,you realised that its verses were no longer a few inches from you but meters away.

You opened your eyes, the tunnels of roots wasn't blocked anymore by that beast but what was left of its roof. It...ot had gone away?

No, itvwas still near by, you could hear still its awfull sounds, the growling and the roaring, yet they sounds different. Like if it wasn't engaging a prey ,but defending .. itself?

Wait, nothing could strike down a Calibanite Lion, it was practically the most dangerous creature in the forest! What could possibly try to fight it?!...another Lion, perhaps?

Oh,fucking shit no! Saved from one and damned by another!

... It didn't sound like another Lion tho...

Whatever was struggling against the beast it sounded awfully familiar, enitting sounds like grunts and growl that were awfully human. And wirh those, roars, growl, spund of wood getting damaged by claws and something else. Like...rock?

No, impossible, there was no chance of-YOU DAMN FOOL! That was the right chance for your escape! Yes, you needed to take the diatractionbof the beast when you still could.

You needed to be carefull, now that it was still fighting against...something! You started to move, silently and fast, enough to remain unnotice. With enough luck you would had enough chances to find some members of you group that were still alive, maybe an horse or a weapon! Anything that would help you making it alive to the castle!

It was while walking towards the exit that you noticed that how quiet the forest had became... You could hear the nature, that calming one that fooled many humans before, but not any sound of the fight.

Did...someone of the two won?

You were out of the roots and even then the few ray of sun couldn't fully enter the arboreal walls. You looked around, searching for that beast and whatever had decided to confront it, but what yoi found was only the remain of the fight betweenthe two. Cuts from the lion claws deep damaging trees, the ground covered in prints and loose clods of earth, Stones now reduced to dust.

But no one in sight...GOOD!

You decided to not think about it too much, the only thing that mattered was escape from that damn forest as fast as you could!

Tou sprinted out from your hising spot, ignoring everything, even the looming shadow behind you. You realized that something wasbstill quite there when a furry carcass almost splatted you down, contenting itself to make you fall backwards.

You screamed when the contorted head of what once was one of the most deadly vreature of Caliban stared at you with empty dead eyes, its jaw open loose like if they were broken in the fight.

It...was dead... something killed it...breaking his neck and jaw...it was...

STOMP...STOMP...STOMP...

Oh...fuck...it was there....it was there! Just behind you! It was massive and it was moving towards you! And...and...

They were footsteps?

You felt then the hair escaping from your throat, the cotton of your shirt pulling hard against your neck, as you felt your body leaving the ground and slowly getting rised up in the hair. Hangling there, like a little cat holded by its neck, you finally met the creature that had fought the Calibanite Lion and won.

Long unkempt hair, dirty and covered in leaves and drippling of blood, a massive body covered in pelts, what was left of hold cloaks lost in the jungle and makeshift belts made of vines.

He was tall, awfully tall. He could easily over pass every man you had ever met and now you were swinging like a ripe fruit in front of him.

A man... he was a man...at least that what you thought he was, because his stance was everything but normal!

And...his eyes. Green like the leaves of this forest, deep, savages, they were drilling hole in your face and you couldn't help yourself but stare back in the same disbelieve. He moved you, up and down and from left to right, then suddenly closing the distance between your head and hia face, his nose now digging in your hair.

He was sniffing you...he was studying you?!

"Stop...hey- don't...no, no I-"

He kept on examing you, tossing you here and there, moving your clothes, sniffing, pinching, checking this...soft and smaller version of his reflexion that emitted those pinched and annoying screams.

"I said CUT IT OUT!"

Maybe he was far too sure that a little thing like could never harm him, because when the punch strike his nose his first reaction was narrowing his eyes in disbelief and surprise. The grip against your shirt loosen up and you met the earth in a not so elegant way, making you emitt another sound but this time of pain and discomfort.

His bears was just like his hair, uncleaned and peobably infested by some kind of parasite, yet you were able to perceive a int of color in them, an honey gold tone that was absolutely off key with his entire savage look. He moved his nose like if your punch had been a mosquito bite, looking down on you and creating those same sounds from before, like gruttural verses from his belly.

"This is a nightmare..." you sighed, exhausted and done with this entire ordeal. "Fiest the beast and now....this.....rhis man."

Man was an exageration of course, it was mostly like looking towards a full grown monkey. You atartsd to roll over to finally get up and getcaway as far as you could from there when suddenly , once again ,the ground ecsaped from your fingertips and yourself up in the hair. When he positioned you on his shoulders instead of just panicking you started to punch and kick his back and abdomen with any strenght you had left in your body.

"HEYHEYHEY NO NO DOWN! ARE YOU DEAF?! PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN PIECE OF-"

He wasn't deaf and he didn't know what it meant but clearly he preferred when you were far more silent and less feisty, he thought to himself while stopping your legs with his free arm. Seriously, you were bagging the others to come and eat you alive...

This wasn't the first time he saw someone like him, yet it was the one for him to find one that still breathed and was almost untouched. He had never been punched before, you were a strange agglomeration of fear and survival insticts, and....well you were somehow pleasant looking.