Phoenix Maplewood down for me

'You don't have to do that?' Her frown remained as she thought, and only grew upon her face. It felt like a nice concept, but she couldn't help but feel tongue tied on the equality that Morningside presented. It felt disrespectful, if she were to even say that someone was equal to her dirty self. But a warmth tapped at her chest ever so slightly on the thought of it existing. It felt like... Desdemona would need to protect that peaceful idea. She couldn't personally accept it though, "yes sir."

Though, she would obey. Orders were everything to Desdemona. Oddly enough she held on her stubborn ways of courtesy and went into 'sir' instead of my liege. They very thought of referring to the Alpha by his name felt nauseating, but she thought it was a pleasant name, "Morningside is truly like a good morning." The whole pack was too pleasant, the sweetness that seemed so natural to others left an odd taste in her mouth. Her face eased into her usual serious manner as she spoke of the group.