*Varek*
Sleep has never been easy, but tonight it evades me until it’s near dawn. And when it comes, it brings no peace. The dream is too vivid, too intimate for my plans for the little Solaran princess.
Fiona enters my bedroom, pale skin glowing in torchlight, wearing that damnable gown made for a noble breeder if I had ever seen one. I can only be a little thankful that it is not the dress fit for a Luna Queen, but my gaze follows the plunging neckline, pleased that Tamsin had not thought to reduce the tension of the cords barely holding it closed. Her chest heaves with every breath. The fabric pulls tight with every step towards me. She looks as proud as ever. It makes me want to taste every scar. The way her chin is tilted up and her hair catches fire in the light sets heat and desi
