The Stage is Set

Novella didn't answer. They were hurting each other like it was a game. Instead, she turned to grab Kaczor's hand, before she could open the door to leave. Don't send our daughter to your parents. Don't... leave the country. She didn't address the rest; perhaps she did want to take lovers. There had been a time where she'd been a whore, after all.

And we have to keep public face. Events, charities, galas. Rumors spread like the plague. She murmured, reached to drag her fingers along her wife's jawline, and she leaned up, onto her toes. Her kiss was harsh, though it softened, after a moment. Stay. Let me court you. Let me... try.

@Kaczor Tilani