Franziska fumed at his insults, and that night she let no-one into her room, opting to sleep alone. She couldn't distract herself with sex forever, she knew that. It was an unfortunate truth, and perhaps she'd have been on better behavior if Violetta was home with her.
She was sleepind soundly enough, that the dog climbing into bed with her didn't wake her. Not until the next morning, when she fell out of bed, scrambling away from the large beast on one side of her bed. Eyes wide, she thought about screaming for Byron, before remembering how last night had gone.
Stupid man.
She'd have to get rid of this beast on her own, then. The wall pressed against her back was cold to the touch, and she exhaled softly.
And while she did that, she was mentally searching for anyone awake in the surrounding area. The servants were used to the queen dipping into their minds with orders. She furrowed her brows, as her magic brushed across the dogs mind.
Familiar.
She didn't often enter her husband's thoughts; it was one of the most important things her mother had taught her. That it was rude to enter the minds of those you cared about. But she knew what his mind felt like; she'd brushed against it often when seeking a servant. Her magic withdrew for a moment, and she turned back to the bed, holding a hairbrush like a weapon.
Even though she knew she didn't need a weapon to get rid of the mutt, if she so desired.
@Byron Wulff
She was sleepind soundly enough, that the dog climbing into bed with her didn't wake her. Not until the next morning, when she fell out of bed, scrambling away from the large beast on one side of her bed. Eyes wide, she thought about screaming for Byron, before remembering how last night had gone.
Stupid man.
She'd have to get rid of this beast on her own, then. The wall pressed against her back was cold to the touch, and she exhaled softly.
Here... dog-doggy,she whispered, trying to find something on her vanity that the creature might chase out of the room.
And while she did that, she was mentally searching for anyone awake in the surrounding area. The servants were used to the queen dipping into their minds with orders. She furrowed her brows, as her magic brushed across the dogs mind.
Familiar.
She didn't often enter her husband's thoughts; it was one of the most important things her mother had taught her. That it was rude to enter the minds of those you cared about. But she knew what his mind felt like; she'd brushed against it often when seeking a servant. Her magic withdrew for a moment, and she turned back to the bed, holding a hairbrush like a weapon.
Even though she knew she didn't need a weapon to get rid of the mutt, if she so desired.
@Byron Wulff
05-29-2024, 09:05 AM
