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[center] [sub] Bride of [color=5ec4b3]Kagan[/color][@ghastlyInc] and Sister Bride of Adorabella [@eclecticwitch] [/sub] [/center]
[color=BC79CB][b]”However, I will not be made into a slave."[/b][/color]

A short laugh escaped Bree’s lips before she covered her own mouth lightly, her hand making a poor cover for her smirk. [color=E9967A]“Oh dear, you do understand that a slave is [i]exactly [/i] what you are?” [/color] She watched the woman carefully trying to gauge her reaction.  Bree couldn’t pinpoint the feeling last night,  but, now in the day, there was something uneasy about how eager the girl was to be here.  How eager she was to please everyone. Bree watched with an odd amount of satisfaction as a Adora brought her hands to wipe her eyes, but the cause of it, whether Aubree’s words or something other unknown factor was unclear. 

Bree’s eyes followed Adora as she made herself a second cup of tea, while Bree’s own started to grow cool in her hands. Somewhere behind her, her husband had awoke,  a quickly sideways glance left her face flushed red as the image of her husband’s naked body brought back flashbacks of the night before. 

 Her  sister bride soon returned and Bree took a sip of the liquid to avoid having to respond. The unexpected bitterness of the lukewarm liquid causing her nose to crinkle with distaste. She eyed the honey for a moment before simply setting the tea down all together and starting to pick at the food set out on the table. 


[color=5ec4b3]“Fucking formal wear...”[/color]

“[color=E9967A]Formal wear[/color]?” asked Bree, her eyebrow raising as she took another bite of bread, her husband now finally dressed enough that she could look at him  without the heat rising into her face. Brushing the crumbs away, she glanced down at her own outfit, before shooting Kagan a questioning glance.  It was far from what she would call ‘formal’ wear, but she hadn’t figured out how much that matter here in Drakka….nor if what she was wearing matter much at all. 

Her attention was once again pulled towards her sister-wife. The flash of emotions across Adorabella’s face flipped from joy, to sorrow, to despair, and finally landing on concern as she noticed a wound from last night on her husband’s hand.  The air of seduction was gone as the girl switched into healing mode. [i] Well, at least she has that going for her [/i] thought Bree lighting. She chewed a piece of fruit, her mind distracted by her sister bride until the exact second her eye met Kagan’s. She choked a little bit as a sudden idea hit her. It would have probably been wise to have at least greeted her husband before questioning him. “[color=E9967A]”D-did you sleep well?[/color]” She muttered to Kagan, the words coming out awkwardly.