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Bourbon performed much better with structure, discipline, and clear orders in his life. He wasn’t completely satisfied with how Empress Belle had thrown him to the wolves so to speak in meeting his new mistress, but he was just happy for someone to call him their own. He missed his family, and hoped they didn’t worry about him too much. He was living his pup hood dream. He already liked Lucretia more than her sister. She was a no nonsense kind of woman. She got right down to it, and didn’t seem to hold a grudge though he’d startled her awake.

He pulled himself from his bow finally as he caught a glimpse of her wincing painfully. She was quick to address him and his concerns. Assistant is not the words Deathbelle used, but he wouldn’t make a complaint as he moved to inspect her collection. As soon as he found some Valerian root he grabbed it, it was hard to tell a species by its root but he always trusted his nose. Delicately the collie prepared the root for his mistress and offered the finished product to her.

”Valerian root to help your headache, mistress.” He lowered his body to the ground, ears pinned and head on his paws in front of his offering.