Krul feels it like a stab to the chest some days.
Those disgustingly pitying feelings that come with watching her new pet. She almost wonders if she's getting soft as she grows older, but that's ridiculous. Age doesn't make you weak, it hardens you to every manner of emotion.
She's waiting for the day the remainder of her emotions calcify; the day she becomes a perfect queen. Until that day, she will settle for dirty dealings with humans and blonde-haired, blue-eyed pets.
Well, she tries to settle. It's easier said than done when her young charge sits like a child and curiously pokes at his fangs. His position is too open, Krul could kill him within a second.
Something in her chest twists violently at the idea.
"Mikaela!" Her tone is sharp and if the way he startles is any indication, they need to work on his senses more than she thought. The initial shock fades from his face and she's left staring at a blank slate.
Almost blank anyways, his eyes twitches as blood trickles down his hand. She bites back a sigh. The dumb boy must have cut his finger on his own damn fangs.
"Yes Krul?" She wants to laugh at the lack of an honorific. The boy is still begging for death apparently. She crouches to his level (she wonders when he'll out-grow her) and grabs his hand. The wound has already closed but the blood is still sticky and wet.
"You're so silly Mikaela," She croons. He flushes angrily and snatches his hand back. Krul stands up straight again and drops the teasing expression. As interesting as his rebellious streak is, the boy still needs to be taught his place.
"You have lessons to attend to Mikaela. I'd say you should pay extra attention to honing your senses." The flush on his face darkens and his eyebrows knit together angrily. Her poor puppy was an open book with dull senses, he'd be eaten alive if she didn't help him out.
"Ferid was gone when I got there. I waited for thirty minutes and then left." Well, that's fair enough. Honestly, Krul's whole court is incompetent, if she didn't need pawns they would've all died centuries ago.
"Fine then. I'll teach you." He blinks at her wide and slow, obviously not expecting this outcome. Dear lord, he really is a puppy. She spins on her heel (she's old enough to be justifiably dramatic) and starts walking towards her personal training room. Krul doesn't actually use it too often, she just likes to rub it in Ferid's face that she has one.
"Come along now Mika~," She can hear his teeth grind at the nickname. Good, she's hoping to have him lose control once they start training. It should be fun.
(There's a traitorous voice in her head that says it won't be. She shoves it down viciously and plans an extra brutal lesson out of spite.
It doesn't bring her as much joy as it should.)