rockabye baby

It was true - the Kleins were all beautiful in their own way, but if you walked among the greats, what did you have to truly set yourself apart? Luce had always prized her knowledge over her looks, and so Belle's comment fell on deaf ears. "As long as the matches are made between healthy pairs, then I see no reason to object. We are all your humble servants, and if you wish to play madame, I would be glad to oblige you," Luce said airily, with an exaggerated bow. She was only half kidding.

"Do any matches come to mind, or this just a fancy for now?" Luce probed. She would like to get a head start on the examinations if that were the case, but it was just as likely to be a passing idea would see its germination as the pack grew in strength. There so much still to do without worrying about more litters - and Deathbelle's children deserved to be doted on without worry for competition for a time. Idly, Luce imagined the sort of male that Deathbelle might choose for her. Taking the guesswork out of it all might work in her favor; Belle knew her well, and Luce had always fallen short in matters of the heart.