The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

He squints a moment, then relaxes, taking a deep breath. "You're the new one. Zevran. Yes. Forgive me. I am..." 

She coughs, and then her voice sounds a bit more normal: higher in pitch, with her normal accent, though it's still weak and raspy. "I am out of sorts at the moment. I think I am ill. Where is my maidservant?"

[Zevran]

Zevran stares at her, eyes wide and wary. "You are ill," he says quietly. "You've had a fever for almost two days now, a high one. And now you seem to be..." He clears his throat. "Occupied." In a way I am not comfortable with. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I have always been prone to fevers," she hastens to put his mind at ease. "I am... exhausted," she adds, and finds it is quite true. Slowly her eyes begin to close again. "Perhaps I shall nap but a little. Wake me when my maidservant arrives?"

[Zevran]

"Coquette," Zevran says urgently. "I-- There is ill news. But-- but perhaps you should sleep for now," he says, trying to convince her and assure himself both.

[Coquette Blacquin]

It takes her a moment, but she forces her eyes open, lifts her head a little. "Ill news?" she croaks.

[Zevran]

"Nothing... urgent. Nothing that cannot wait for you to recover. Rest, Coquette. You are safe here."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Safe," she says, with a bitter laugh, though her eyes drift closed. "When have I ever been safe?"

[Zevran]

"Well, right now," Zevran offers. "I mean, as much as any mortal as ever is at least."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Other mortals get to be safe," she sighs, sleepily. "But for my sins, I am wedded to Varisia." 

[Zevran]

"I think, all things considered, that you can consider yourself to be divorced from her," Zevran suggests firmly, reaching out to stroke her forehead.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Divorced? She will hurt us for that," she murmurs. "She won't like it at all."

[Zevran]

"I am delighted at the mere idea of her having all sorts of things in her life that she dislikes. And, to be frank, I think you'll feel the same once you're properly awake," Zevran assures her, tone amused.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She hurts Bull when she's mad," whimpers Coquette. "I can't let her."

[Zevran]

Zevran closes his eyes, pain searing into him at her words. "Right now, all you need do is rest and recover. Okay? You need to get better first. Your fever is the first foe that needs be faced. And... possibly deal with this Xyrrm, ah, issue," he adds in a lower tone, more to himself.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...how do you know about Xyrrim?"