matching the drapes

Two oryx had been taken and skinned. Some of their meat was salted and set aside as payment for her armor to come, the pelts were preserved and laid out before the Empress along with the four horns that had come from their heads. She inspected them carefully, deciding she wanted one set across the front entrance of her palace and a second on the inside to separate her personal den from the main hall. She felt her lips pull back in an already victorious grin. Her home was slowly becoming exactly what she wanted.

With the task at hand Belle lifted her head and called out for her slave master, craftsman, and brother to appear at her side. Hopefully she wouldn’t disturb him too thoroughly. She would also try and speak to him about the future of their slaves. Too long had passed since the Klein woman had talked to her brother one on one. She was also feeling rather well today, though she’d experienced a long bout of nausea when she arose the Empress was recovering. Her belly was growing more round, though still passed easily as extra food weight. She would make her announcement to the rest of the pack soon, she didn’t want to reveal anything too early.