Invidie

Ugh, why did she feel this way? Artorias was her brother. Briar was his girlfriend. Some day they would be mates and have children and this castle would be Briar's home more than it was Bowen's. Yet here she was, feeling defeated and sad and a little bit jealous. Now that Briar was here, Art didn't need her. Maybe that was it. Caring for Art had given her purpose and had kept her mind distracted enough so that it didn't tread down darker paths. Left to her own devices... Bowen would soon be a mess again. Already she felt the absence of her brother and loneliness settled down in her mind without paying rent.

She'd heard Art calling out her name, but continued out of the room and began making her way towards her room. A minute later, Briar came after her with a simple "hey" that irritated Bowen a bit, but it didn't show on her face as she turned to look at the antlered fae. Briar started by saying that this was weird for both of them. Bowen agreed, but why was she saying that? What exactly did Briar find weird about this whole thing. One copper rimmed brow raised in question as Bo waited for the fae to continue.

What Briar said next made Bowen's already large green eyes widening until they threatened to consume her entire face. What in the actual fuck was she talking about?! Artorias sleeping with other women? And then Briar said that she would feel better knowing that Art would be with her and, fucking hell. It felt as though Bowen's eyes were about out of her skull. The smaller fae's mouth hung agape, her pink lower lip dropping open. What did this mean? What was she talking about?

Bowen's shocked expression turned to one of deep though, her brows drawing together and her lips pursing. She thought about this situation and she thought about it quickly. For Briar to come out and say that she supported Artorias sleeping with her... he had to have mentioned some sort of attraction to her. Had he asked Briar if he could sleep with her? This whole thing was absolutely mind blowing. And in the end, all Bowen could manage to say was, "Excuse me, what?"

"Bowen"