Boartusk Heights maduro

the boy, thankfully for her, relents from his sister. but there was no anger in reyna when he grumbled.
the same aloof pout of him. perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised when the mirror that was her son reflected his father. reyna couldn't help then but tilt her head with a chuckle and offer him a lick to his head. her precious, grouchy little prince.

ay, mi amor. you will have plenty more things to come besides a room. the queen cooed, before crimson eyes flicked to nymphora. she mouthed a "good job," so as her pouty son to not see her giving praise to someone other than himself.