The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

"What?" She honestly sounds shocked, and her expression seconds that emotion when she pulls back to look Coquette in the eyes. "You thought-- Coquette, I would never-- I'm not your father, I'm not about to beat you for a mistake or failing or-- And certainly not for an accident, for something entirely not your fault."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I thought... please, forgive me," she whispers. "You've hurt me so badly before, over things I didn't mean as disrespect..."

[Varisia Primfana]

"When you attacked me," Varisia protests. "I-- I won't deny I have a temper, and I'm actually proud that my instincts to protect myself from any attack are so ingrained." She kisses Coquette's brow. "Have I ever really hurt you when you haven't committed the first offence?" she challenges her, though her tone is patient and expectant rather than threatening.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods, chewing her lower lip. "Maybe not physically, but..."

[Varisia Primfana]

"But..?" Varisa prompts her gently.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But you hurt me badly when all I did was hire Bull. All he did was protect me."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's breath hitches and her lips flatten into a sharp line. "How can you-- You knew how I felt about us having a daughter," she says, barely able to keep her tone from turning savage. She steps back, one hand gripping Coquette's wrist in clear command to follow her away from Bull. "And then you-- you--"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... what? I want a daughter too, I always have. I don't understand." Coquette trails after her wife, nervous.

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's eyes flicker past Coquette and she tenses. "Let go of my wife at once," she hisses. Stubborn and loyal past the bounds of reason, Bull disobeys. Doesn't growl at her at least, which is something.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette turns back to Bull, eyes pleading. "Please... it's alright. She won't hurt me."

[Varisia Primfana]

Bull's nostrils flare and his jaw flexes... but he lets his arms drop. Shaking a little, Lux has already done so and instead presses himself against Bull as if seeking protection. Lips curling into a victorious smile, Varisia pulls Coquette into an embrace. "Thank you, my wife," she murmurs against her hair, clearly pleased at having Coquette side with her over Bull.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette embraces her wife, but only for a few moments before she pulls back, wiping at her eyes. "What were you saying, before? About having a child?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh!" Varisia smiles apologetically, then frowns at the actual topic they're returning to. "Yes, about how I wanted a daughter and you spit that want back in my face." She huffs, eyes rolling a little. 'You came around, after I punished you for what you did, I know. But that didn't come until later, after you were pregnant. Just as I knew you would."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... what? Varisia, I literally have no idea what you're talking about. I never spit that in your face."

[Varisia Primfana]

Eyes narrowing, Varisia grits out, "Regal." Still not seeing the understanding she needs, the merikos drow snarls, then adds, "do you think me mentally retarded? The very day I bring home our first husbands, you have my personal stallion gelded. And you bringing the stablehand into your bed without so much as informing me! Making sure I find out by having me walk in on the two of you?"