The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Zevran takes a moment before answering, wanting to be both honest and kind if he can. "I think you're right that she's often scared. I think she's very, very desperate to keep herself safe and she makes bad choices to do it. I think she's learned from... It's not uncommon for people who have been hurt to seek out power to defend themselves. And what often means 'powerful' to them is the same thing that hurt them in the past. Which... is understandable, but..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She tells me what to do when you're not here," Sweetheart says quietly. "Since Mistress Sia isn't here."

[Zevran]

"Is that okay for you?" Zevran asks, forcing away any reaction to the other name. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods. "I... like you better," she admits in a shy whisper. "But.. she is good too."

[Zevran]

That gets a grin. "Convenient that; I like you too." Lowering his head, he manages to brush his lips against her cheek, the angle too awkward for more. "So that's guilt. Do you feel any better about it?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods, wiping at her eyes a little. "Yes. Better."

[Zevran]

"Good. Then... next was sad? What makes you sad, dear one?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The lady got hurt. An' you got in trouble for it."

[Zevran]

"Ah." He sounds almost pleased there. "More proof of you being a good person, that you care so about someone you've not ever met. That makes it a good sad, I think, the kind of sad that motivates one to help."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart nods. "I'm sad for her. And... I'm scared for me."

[Zevran]

And there's scared. "About tonight?" he prompts, moving his hands to her shoulders to slowly rub and massage. He keeps it to soothing, not exciting; there's a time and place after all.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods, sniffling. "She gets to decide when you stop. I can't safeword."

[Zevran]

"Fuck that," Zevran says with utter conviction. "If you safeword, I stop. Always. You are my wife, you are my sub. Not her. Whatever comes of it, comes of it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She's already shaking her head. "Noire won't let us safeword in front of... of everyone." It's rare that the Matriarch dines in public, but it's not unheard of, and with something like this already rumored to happen, she might well decide to watch. 

[Zevran]

"That's not up to Noire," he counters. "You're going to be the body's face, you're the one taking the hits, so you get to decide, not her."