Can You Crochet?

The young princess knew the look of a servant, even if there had been few of them since she left her mother’s den. The woman averted her gaze and lowered her head, telling the princess she knew her place and recognized Venom’s superiority. She felt the corners of her dark lips pull back as her forked tongue flicked from her mouth.

”They are.” She agreed, debating internally how to approach the situation. She had no real urge to enforce her position, the woman seemed appropriately reacting. ”This is a special place.” Venom continued, her voice soft but she tried to project the weight of her rank as well. ”Who are you?” She commanded an answer and had to admit to herself that it felt thrilling.