Melisa sat across from Queen Aria in the royal gardens, trying very hard not to stare at those pale, elegant legs.
[Gods damn it. Who gave her permission to cross them like that?]
Aria's grey eyes watched Melisa with that calculating look that made it feel like she was three steps ahead of everyone else in the conversation. The queen wore riding pants, those criminally tight ones Margaret had mentioned, and a simple white blouse that still looked regal.
"How have you been?" Aria's voice cut through Melisa's gay panic. "Has Sirah caused any trouble?"
"Well..." Melisa shifted on the stone bench. Her tail curled around her leg. "Define trouble."
"Has she challenged anyone to single combat? Destroyed property? Attempted to claim you in front of witnesses?"
"...No?"
"Then I suppose she's behaving better than expected."
"She shows up naked in my garden every morning to practice sword forms while my mother ogles her."
Aria's lips twitched. Almost a smile.
