Charity instinctively stood at attention at Gwen's tone of voice. It was the tone she had heard all too often when she was being reprimanded for misbehaving. What? She wanted to meet Dianna already? This was sudden and she thought Dianna might not be too happy about being summoned on such short...
Charity followed a step behind Dianna, her own thoughts and emotions roiling like a stormy sea. Now that she was back to talk with Dianna, strange feelings rose in her. On one hand she felt giddy, like a schoolgirl seeing her crush for the first time in days. Charity could feel her heart racing...
Some Days Later
Charity nervously wandered the small square in front of the Mardanian embassy. She had been there for a while browsing the stalls and trying to ignore her real reason for being there. But try as she might, Charity couldn't stop herself from stealing glances towards the embassy...
"I have! I have!" Charity agreed readily. "Very busy!" She nuzzled against Gwen's hand, reveling in her mother's affections. Just the warmth and love the touch conveyed was almost enough to bring Charity back to tears. "Yes! I will bring Dianna to meet you as soon as I can!" Charity smiled...
"Nonono! Of course not!" Charity laughed waving her hand in front of herself. "My mother's an amazing woman, but even she can't birth that many children. She only gave birth to two twin daughters, Faustian and Heticate. The rest of us daughters, at least as far as I know, were orphans or...
"Daddy! Daddy!" Charity shouted as she burst through the doorway, nearly colliding with an exiting Cleo. "Is mother really-" Charity gasped in amazement as she spied Gwendolyn sitting up in bed. "MOTHER!" The force of her hug nearly knocked the poor woman flat on her back. "Mother! Mother! I was...
Charity sometimes found it hard to believe that Dianna was a noble. She certainly didn't act like Charity thought a noble would. From what Charity had seen, Dianna wasn't bossy, or snobby, and she never demanded special treatment. Except for her perfect posture and the way she spoke, Charity...
Charity nodded slowly as Dianna talked. Good... So claiming the area around the embassy as her turf seemed to be mostly working. But the trade between Alanthis and Mardania was news to her as somebody who kept close tabs on trade in the city. She was going to have to have a word with her sisters...
Charity couldn't hold back a small cheer upon seeing the two bottles of wine. "I love it!" She put her arms around Dianna's waist and leaned in to lovingly kiss her. "I dare say you know me too well Miss Calcutte!" Leaning back, a warm smile spread across Charity's lips. She could hardly believe...
To say Charity was nervous would be a grave understatement. Tonight, for the first time, her girlfriend Dianna was coming over for a visit. And it was a sleepover no less. When was the last time she had a woman stay overnight that wasn't just a one night stand? Charity wondered. Did her sisters...
Charity frowned deeply at Cleo's words. Of course that would be Cleo's answer. But she knew that the demon lived in constant regret for failing her mistress in such a way. Charity also wished that she had been there to defend her mother. If Gwendolyn had more support, maybe things wouldn't have...
Charity waved what remained of her cinnamon twist dismissively. "C'mon Cleo. You of all people should know how much of a crybaby I am. Seeing me running into the archives bawling my eyes out is nothing new."
A slight frown pulled at the corners of her mouth upon being called "Ma'am". Charity...
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