Beautiful nightmare

He certainly had a way with words. She would mirror his sneer, her eyes glinting with just as much malice as his own. They could exchange insults all day, she would never run around, and it seemed like he wouldn't either. She took nothing that left his mouth personally. He was just another asshole. So when he called her a lousy fuck, she would laugh softly, her sides quivering with the noise. She doubted he would ever get a rise out of her through simple insults, she had been raised better than that. Obviously he was not from these lands, otherwise he would know her mother. Then he would have a vague idea of what her upbringing had been like. She had been raised by a vicious Queen that would beat the weakness right out of you.

"Don't knock it till you try it." She would coo, easily keeping step with him, brows lifting suggestively. His tail continued to lash behind him as he remained perched on the slab, as though it was his stone. Did he think it gave him an edge being perched above her? He would be sadly mistaken, there was no one that would be above her. Nor would there ever be.

"Burn Baby Burn"