Slow crawl of day

A slave. It was almost comical. A label only meant something if you acknowledged it, which Isa would not. Slave, Queen, Empress of the Universe, it was all one and the same. She had a debt to repay regardless of what the man chose to call her.

As her hindquarters met the ground once more, the man seemed to grin. He patted her back and stated that he would allow her to heal before she began repaying her debt. "How gracious of you," she purred with a smile, but her gaze stared icy daggers at him. Sirius rubbed her the wrong way almost instantly and she seemed to be doing the same to him. Good. If she had to suffer his presence, she would make sure that he suffered hers.

"Children?" The lady's brows lifted in surprise. "Just goes to prove that there's someone waiting out there for everyone, no matter their disposition." Another sweet smile curled up the woman's maw. "Now, if you would be so kind, my lord," the last two words were honeyed venom, "I should rest so that I may better serve you when the time comes." Was she dismissing him? Yeah, she was.

"Isa"