Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190416211108/@comment-31564641-20190503001136

She smiled faintly, gently running her fingers with the sharp covers over the tips through Consort Ling's white hair, gently avoiding his soft hair. Madonna enjoyed the feeling of Consort Ying's hands and brush through her long, black hair. "Consort Ying... I understand where you are coming from." She scoffed lightly, her hand still folded while her elbow rested on the arm rest. "But the eldest is sweet. If I wanted her(right?) to be disposed of, it would have happened already. You do trust my best judgements, don't you...?" He voice softened and she gently reached back and placed her hand atop his, pausing the brushing to her hair.

Suddenly, the Empress yanked his arm forward quite harshly, his ear nearing her face. "Because, if you don't..." Madonna whispered with her pursed, red lips. She ran her tongue over her teeth, smirking. "...I don't think you'd ever want to near me again."