Straw's eyes flew open, her body humming with a leftover energy that made the silk sheets feel like they were glowing. She stretched, her limbs heavy but satisfied. Last night had been a marathon of styles and devotion, a performance she had gladly given to her darling Princess. She rolled over to find Berryanna's side of the bed cold.
It wasn't a surprise. The hunting event was a beast that ate time, and Berryanna was the one keeping its heart beating. Between the monitoring, the endless ledgers of expenses, and the security arrangements, the Princess was barely a ghost in her own halls lately. Yet, despite a day that would break most people, Berryanna never failed in her duties as a wife. She always made sure they never missed a night together.
