on the pill

Deathbelle didn’t miss the surprise that flashed over her sister’s features. Of course Deathbelle wasn’t about to go out and try to bang all of Boreas’s eligible suitors, but the Empress wanted to be prepared. Only the very best deserved to sire her children, and though she should have held the same standards for conquering her royal body, she wasn’t sure if she wished to maintain them. Luce seemed to know what she needed, and Belle leaned forward as she trailed off. ”You may have to wait until spring.” Pale brows furrowed as Belle took in her answer.

She was well versed in herbs and their uses, and know Luce was good but no miracle worker. The Empress didn’t need to be out galavanting when her family was in crisis anyway. ”That’s not surprising.” She could wait, the Klein wished to be prepared though, she would not bear any imperfect pups. Luce provided a break to their conversation as she rubbed the horn stubs against Belle’s shoulder. It seemed the potion was true, something she hadn’t honestly expected. She loved it though, Ashen was full of intimidating individuals.

”They’ve stopped being painful. I can nearly retract them fully now.” She picked up one dainty paw to show her Shamyn. They were still filed to dullness because of her steps, but soon they would be protected by her paw pads and she could use them like any cat might.