thorn in my side

She tried to ignore his soft worded apology as the conversation moved swiftly forward. She hadn’t really intended to answer the question that way and she didn’t want to linger. Both of them had growing up to do and perhaps his hesitance held some wisdom deeper down. Venom was uncomfortable with his actions and they hurt, but she was learning patience. She would persevere, she would not become her mother.

She only let onto her surprise with a slight lift of her brows as he denied her and suggested instead the two of them go to his den. She’d never seen where he laid his head down to sleep, he’d been in the palace more than she’d even thought about what his den might look like. Getting a behind the scenes look at her favorite Warlord was an opportunity she wouldn’t pass up. Venom managed an amused chuckle as she narrowed her quartz gaze as him, ”Should I have doubts?” The question was laced with mirth as she moved closer, intending to follow his lead.