*Thor*
By the time Sunday morning rolls around … after hours of sleeping or sitting in a chair staring at a fire and wondering how things had gone so horribly wrong … I am still experiencing considerable discomfort and weariness, but I am determined to get on with my life and set matters to rights.
Following a bath and a shave, dressed in proper attire for the day, I feel more like myself, even if it is a slightly ghostly version of myself, the bruises on my face fading but still visible.
Slower than I would have liked, I make my way to the breakfast dining room. From her place at the table, my mother sniffs, her nose in the air. “It is unseemly for you to go off on benders and get into brawls as though you were a commoner with no pride about you at all… you are an Alpha for god’s sake”
