Franziska eyed her husband warily, twining her fingers through his slowly. Her movements were deliberate, careful. She didn't like what she was hearing, and it showed in her actions and her words. But she didn't shove him away, like some others might.
His rolling over, to be closer to her, though, earned a wry smile.
Her thoughts wandered, and for a moment she was quiet. Then shaking herself out of it, refusing to linger too long on her thoughts, even if they were about the man she'd married,
@["Byron Wulff"]
His rolling over, to be closer to her, though, earned a wry smile.
Yes, I see. At least your mabari likes me,she grumbled, reaching out to tousle the man's curls. They weren't the most delicate of curls, but they felt nice under her hand... And especially nice when she was pulling on them to get his attention.
Her thoughts wandered, and for a moment she was quiet. Then shaking herself out of it, refusing to linger too long on her thoughts, even if they were about the man she'd married,
How will your people feel about a mabari and a mage on their throne?
@["Byron Wulff"]
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