A Furry Problem

Franziska scowled, I'll believe you when the court physician agrees. She muttered, sourly. And as quickly as she'd grabbed his arm, she released him, dark eyes narrowed at how he'd snapped his teeth at her. Like a fucking mutt. That infuriated her, more than she'd show.

You have to stop being so un-professional. We're running a nation. She sounded like her mother, who had scolded her for similar issues in the past. Gods, how the tables turned. And she didn't even have her mother around to talk to about her marital issues. You're the best thing in this fuckin' country, she muttered, shoving at his chest as she stood properly, and moved away from him.

@Byron Wulff