A gentle turn of the door handle and she stepped aside, while holding who should be the star of this show in her arm, to let me enter first. If her priorities weren't clear from that…
"I'm glad to get to show you this."
"Are you, now? One would think someone could be at least a little ashamed of their presumptuous behavior."
"Your sweet wolf is only ever ashamed when I don't act on giving you everything."
My chin lowers and I look away. To whisper a weak complaint while surging by them.
"You don't get to call yourself that…"
"Even if I'm okay with you calling yourself my Princess?"
"Even if!"
Winter light is harsh at the morning angles especially, but with it diffused by the material of the window facing the east - the large glass wall - it was plenty soft. Meeting the warm toned gray-beige paint.
