The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

"That's not-- It's--" Estelle pressed her hands against her eyes, grinding the palms in for a moment. "It's rather atypical, in drow culture, for relationships to be monogamous. Even marriages." Her words sound like she's giving a lecture, except that her annoyance and scorn would be, one should hope, out of place at a school. "However. Monogamy isn't the default for casual relationships, yes, but it is for marriage. Most couples don't insist on it, especially after the first few years, but it's expected to talk about it and agree on the rules."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Little B doesn't respond, suddenly stilling, eyes wide. "....Bull?" she says, in a tiny, frightened voice. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Bull? What-- oh. "No, little one, I'm quite serious about that," Estelle assured LB.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She shakes her head, just a touch, as if chasing off an annoying fly. "Bull? What are you... what are you doing?" she asks the past. "What are you... oh. Oh no. It was... it was Primera's birthday."

[Estelle Emerison]

What? Is she... did they have livestock or..? What is going on? Wait, didn't they mention someone before with that in their name? Aaron Bull maybe? "Little Bitch," Estelle called out sharply, reaching over to tap her knee with a knuckle.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She flinches with a sharp, short shriek. "No no no, I can't know this, I can't, take it back!"

[Estelle Emerison]

"Little Bitch," Estelle snapped, her tone and inflection gilded with the absolute authority of someone raised knowing they were one of the elite since birth. She snapped her fingers once, twice, inches from Coquette's face. "Attend me. I am here. Come back right now."

[Coquette Blacquin]

LB stills, quiet, and turns her face toward Estelle, knees coming up so she can hug them. She rocks back and forth, but she's looking at Estelle, silent and waiting for a command. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Who am I and where are you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You are Mistress," she whispers, almost ashamed. "I am at home."

[Estelle Emerison]

"No," Estelle denied gently. "I am not your Mistress. You no longer have a Mistress. I am your wife. Do you remember my name?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She gives a small nod. "Mistress Estelle."

[Estelle Emerison]

"No, no Mistress," Estelle insisted. She leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead. "I am your wife. I am your ally. And I am hopefully becoming your friend. But I do not own you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...did I do something wrong?" she pleads, heart-wrenchingly sad. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Oh, no baby, no," Estelle crooned, scooting closer so she can pull LB into a loose hug. "You are wonderful, my dear one, absolutely wonderful. I'm so proud of you."