Once Selene and her new family made it back to the estate, she had a feeling in her stomach that she couldn't quite place. Tobias hadn't spoken a word to her the entire ride back and Leon, who she missed terribly during the carriage ride, was nowhere to be seen. Rosalie, on the other hand, was at her side instantly and had even bothered to follow her up the stairs, insisting that she help her with her bags. Of course, Selene said no. It wasn't until Selene made it to her door and she realized Rosalie was still behind her did she turn around fully.

"Are you alright?" Selene said finally. Rosalie looked at her, blinking. She could see why the boys liked her, Selene thought. Rosalie seemed a bit too comfortable with her situation, despite the fact that she practically sold herself to Selene's household. But Selene also took pity on her. Rosalie was still wearing her clothes from the bar and the velvet blanket was still wrapped around her tightly. There was a solemn look in her eyes, vulnerable and broken.

"I don't know where to sleep," Rosalie said emptily. "I've never stayed in any of the rooms. I always slept with…" But then she stopped suddenly, realizing who she was speaking with. Selene had stood up straighter, unsure how to respond.

"Pick whichever room you want," Selene said to her, forcing a smile. "We Illyarians believe first come, first serve. As long as it's empty, you can sleep there." After Rosalie gratefully picked the empty bedroom exactly across from hers, Selene walked into her bedroom and shut the door lightly. But as she took off her clothes and slipped into her bed, suddenly her eyes weren't heavy. What would it feel like to sleep in the High Lord's bed? She wondered. It was something she had never imagined. And as the thoughts began to cloud her mind, she realized that the feeling in her stomach was something she hadn't felt in a very long time - loneliness.

~*~ discidium ~*~

Her door opened with a bang.

"Do you need me to get you anything, My Lady?" Selene rubbed her eyes, squinting at the fiery redhead in the doorway.

"What time is it?" Selene groaned. Past her curtains she could see the sun begin to lighten the sky, and despite Selene's goal to not adopt a sedentary life style, she didn't see point of waking up before breakfast.

"The High Lord is yet to wake," Rosalie continued, "which means you need to get up."

"If he's still asleep then I'm still asleep," Selene told her before burying herself back into the blanket. But then, she heard the curtains open fully and the sunlight burst into the room so harshly that her eyelids had no choice but to open.

"Is there anything I can get you, My Lady?" Rosalie repeated loudly. Selene sat up in her bed sluggishly to take another look at Rosalie. While it was still early morning, she looked quite beautiful. Her curls weren't tangled or knotted, her face was already washed and she was wearing a beautiful cotton dress that would be perfect to wear on an early morning walk.

"Do you need help picking out clothes? Drawing you a bath? Bringing you breakfast?" Rosalie went on. Selene let out a sigh, fixing her nightgown sloppily.

"I told you that you don't have to worry about any of that, Rosalie," Selene said. "I can do all of that on my own." But Rosalie gave her a smile. Her lips were so red and perfectly shaped, with one end tipped up farther than the other. And her cheekbones - they were far more sharp and distinct than Selene's. The only thing Selene could possibly have that was better than her was her eyes, as Selene's was a far brighter blue compared to Rosalie's dark green. But even then, Selene couldn't help but wonder if picking Rosalie, who was so beautiful, was a bright idea or not.

But her thoughts stopped when sound of someone's large feet began down the hallway.

"Selene, guess what we have to fucking do tod-" The High Lord, half dressed and his hair just as sloppy as Selene's, stopped when he saw Rosalie in the doorway. She smiled at him brighter.

"Hello, My Lord," Rosalie said. The High Lord looked down at her for a moment, his dark eyes less than merciful, but then turned his attention to Selene. He glided around her new lady-in-waiting like she barely existed, like a piece of furniture he had never used. He didn't hesitate to join her in bed, wrapping his large arms around her comfortably, clearly making an unnecessary scene. Rosalie was still smiling at them - no, him.

"You can leave now," Tobias growled. Rosalie, her smile vanishing, disappeared rapidly. It wasn't until they could both hear her feet on the stairs did they turn to look at each other.

"If you're having this big of a self-esteem issue, you could've just gone to the nearest village and gave out gold coins to the starving children," Tobias muttered. "You didn't have to make her your lady-in-waiting and force the rest of us to share your undying hell. She's just going to get in your way." Selene gave him a small smile.

"I think she will be fitting here," Selene told him honestly. "I mean, it would help having some girls around the house." Tobias sat up straighter.

"Selene, two-thirds of the servants in this household are girls. If you wanted to talk to someone female, you can just order them to do it," Tobias reminded her. But Selene shook her head.

"It's different. I understand her. My best friend in my village was a whore for one of the higher Lords in a nearby village. She would come and go for weeks at a time. I understand that life, I get it," Selene said. Tobias's eyes narrowed on her.

"But that is your past. Now you're a Lady," Tobias reminded her. "You do not have to sympathize, or understand, whores." Selene leaned towards him, softly gripping one of his hands.

"Please, Tobias, let's stop talking about this nonsense," she pleaded. "She's only been here for a week. Once things get busier, you won't even see her."

"Well, good for me then that today we have visitors," Tobias muttered distastefully. "The High Lord of Spring, to be exact." Selene's eyebrows rose.

"You don't seem very happy about it," Selene noticed. His eyebrows went up, with a smirk filling his face.

"Why, beautiful Selene, would I not be happy about the dull, fearful High Lord of Spring visiting? It's not like he's ever achieved anything anyways," Tobias replied stingingly. Selene gave him a small smile.

"If he's such a waste of your time, Tobias, why bother?" She asked. As Tobias looked at her, his fingers tangled through her hair.

"Because, firstly, he fraternizes with just about anybody who'll listen – including my enemies," Tobias said. "Secondly, because he loves gloating and in doing so allows me to get information that my enemies do not like shared." Selene was, to say the least, moderately impressed. Tobias always had unique communication skills.

"And thirdly, because I want to show him that my wife is thrice as beautiful as his old hag," Tobias said, winking. He leaned closer to her, his lips tickling her ear, "Between me and you, the jealousy on his face may actually make the meeting half worth it."

~*~ discidium ~*~

"I have an idea for you." Selene had turned around gracefully, looking at the girl behind her. She had been in her room, once again, for over an hour trying to figure out what to wear. She had shooed Rosalie away initially, hoping that it would be easier to pick if she was alone, but clearly that didn't work.

"Rosalie-"

"No, wait," Rosalie said, "I have an idea for what you should wear." And before Selene could object once again, Rosalie unraveled the cloth in her hand and held it in the air. It was red velvet – a beautiful red velvet dress.

"It's long-sleeved and goes to the ground, so it doesn't show any skin," Rosalie said fast. "And it fits your measurements perfectly. It should still show your figure and whatnot, but it's elegant." Reluctantly, Selene took the cloth from her hands. Just by glancing at it, Selene could tell that it would in fact fit her. Selene, already in her undergarments, slipped into the dress. It hugged on her comfortably, showing off her figure in a way that Selene didn't think was possible. The fabric started at her neck and it didn't end until a little bit past her feet, leaving a few inches of a train.

"Where did you get this?" Selene asked breathlessly as she swerved towards her. "It's absolutely stunning." Rosalie gave her a nervous smile.

"I made it, actually," Rosalie said. "Remember that blanket I had? While I was washing it I realized that it would be a much better dress than a blanket and since you're so small..." And then, quite suddenly, Selene felt dangerously uncomfortable in the red velvet dress. She stiffened.

"Oh, Rosalie, that was one of the only things you brought back from your village. I couldn't possibly-"

"No, please, take it," Rosalie pleaded. "This is the least I can do for you, Selene. I know I've been a bit…suffocating lately. But it's only because I feel a bit out of place here." Selene was quiet for a moment. She looked at it again.

"Nobody except my mother has ever made me a dress," she heard herself say aloud. "Thank you." When she looked back up at Rosalie, she found that her eyes were burning with tears.

"Is there anything more I can get for you?" Rosalie asked after a moment of silence. Selene shook her head. Rosalie bowed her head thoughtfully but right before Rosalie was out of view, Selene called her name.

"Yes?" Rosalie asked, a hint of relief in her voice. Selene took a step towards her, her hands clasped.

"I…well, as you know, I haven't had much diplomatic experience, but you have," Selene said. Rosalie's face turned red and she showed a more than uncomfortable smile.

"I wouldn't call my previous job diplomatic," Rosalie corrected. "I've met higher Fae but whores are meant to be seen, not heard." Selene took another small step.

"But you've been inside the Spring Court?" Selene asked. Rosalie gave her a slight giggle.

"I have."

"Is there anything I should know about them?" Selene asked carefully. "Anything that can…help me?" Rosalie straightened and the small smile on her face dropped.

"Like, secrets?" Rosalie asked. Selene flashed back a nervous smile.

"Not necessarily secrets, just information that will help me," Selene said carefully. Rosalie hummed for a moment, as if racking her brain for information.

"Well, I haven't spoken much to Frey – the High Lady," Rosalie said honestly, "Which is who you'll probably spend the most time with because the High Lord refuses to say anything in front of female Fae. He believes a woman with power is untrustworthy." But then Rosalie stopped for a second, giving Selene a hard look.

"But, do not let that fool you, Selene," Rosalie said. "Frey is the dangerous one. She is the one that whispers in the fool's ear, whether he knows it or not. She is the one who runs the Spring Court, despite the High Lord's illusion." Selene was silent for a moment, her eyes running over Rosalie multiple times. It wasn't until that moment did she begin to wonder if Tobias and Leon underestimated the ex-whore. She clearly paid more attention than she showed.

"How do you know this?" Selene asked, though a part of her didn't want to know. Rosalie began to drift towards the door.

"Because my services began at war camps, Selene, where most sons of High Lords stay until their time to fight for the crown begins," Rosalie said. "I've given my services to many Higher Fae and found that they share a lot more when they think nobody is listening. And the nights I had with the then-future High Lord of Spring I learned a hell of a lot. There's no way he could have gotten this far without her."
~*~ discidium ~*~

Frey was certainly not a hag, but that didn't mean she was pretty. She was a tall, wirey-like woman with thin blonde hair and a beak-like nose. Her face, sallow and narrow, was filled with disdain when she entered the great castle. There was something about her as she stuck her large nose in the air – and something even more about her husband when he walked in without greeting Tobias. Her husband was a larger man, with an average face and dark green eyes. His hair, cropped short, was a mousey color and neither of them came off, well, powerful. Instead, they came off like the snobby neighbors who invited themselves to dinner. Selene didn't know what the Spring Court looked like but they didn't seem impressed in the least.

As Tobias greeted them, and Selene introduced herself to the couple, she shot a look at Rosalie. Rosalie had distanced herself away from couples, standing uncomfortably straight as she waited for directions from Selene. As Selene looked back at Rosalie's blank face, she noticed how Frey was analyzing her lady in waiting as well.

"We must go sit down, Tobias," the High Lord of Spring drawled and as the two men walked away, he shot back at Selene, "This conversation is for men only, deary." Tobias growled something underneath his breath, but before Tobias could take back the High Lord of Spring's words, Frey caught hold of Selene's elbow.

"What a delightful sitting room you have, dear," Frey said, nodding towards the room that had been stocked with a variety of pastries. "Tell me, are those scones? Oh, they are. Come on, Selene, let's celebrate our new friendship with a few carbs." Reluctantly, Selene took the hint and walked with Frey towards the living room, sitting in the nearest leather chairs. Frey had immediately taken a scone from the pastry arrangement between them. Selene sat upright, undyingly uncomfortable.

"Now, tell me, love, how is your stay here as a Lady?" Frey said fast. Selene gave a forced smile and spoke, telling her about all the not-so-funny stories that had occurred since she arrived. Frey laughed repeatedly, her thin smile stretching like leather. She wasn't necessarily mean, Selene decided, but there was something unsettling about the woman. Maybe it was Rosalie's words clouding her judgement, but she didn't trust her. Not now, at least.

"Oh, I remember when I was first brought to the Spring Court," Frey said, leaning in the chair further. "I was wearing a cashm-why is your lady in waiting staring at us?" Selene followed Frey's stinging gaze and took notice of Rosalie standing obediently in the corner.

"Oh," Selene said. She caught Rosalie's eyes and nodded towards the exit sharply. Immediately, Rosalie curtsied and left with a smile. Selene turned back towards Frey.

"Sorry about that, she's new," Selene said quickly. Frey's eyebrows perched up.

"New?" She asked. "I've heard some rumors…" The color on Selene's face vanished.

"They are false," Selene said. Frey looked at her scone, picking at it again.

"Are you sure?" Frey asked nosily, "People are saying she was a whore." Selene opened her mouth and then closed it. While Selene was a good liar when it came to her wings, she didn't feel like she had to lie about this one. Why would it matter who Rosalie was? And who were these people?

"Did you know that she made this dress?" Selene replied, diverting the subject. "It's made out of a blanket." But the Lady of Spring simply shook her head.

"I can't believe you let her in your own home, you poor girl," the Lady of Spring snorted. Selene stiffened now.

"I'd have you know that I screened my lady-in-waiting with great care-"

"Clearly not as she's sniffing around your husband like a dog," the lady snapped. Selene leaned back in her chair, her eyes cold. Quite suddenly, Selene decided that she more than disliked this so-called friend.

"She is doing no such thing. Her and my husband's previous relations have been long cut off, and not even by me. My husband only agreed to the household position because they were childhood friends." And then the Lady, who had been picking at her scone in disgust, looked up at Selene coldly.

"That's what I thought until my husband took his bitch into my bed and got her pregnant," Frey replied. Selene opened her mouth instantly, a hiss already begging to get out, but then she stopped.

"I apologize for the pain that must give you," Selene managed to say after a moment, though a hint of anger was leaking out, "and I hope you and your husband get over this...mishap, but that is not a factor in my relationship." The Lady of Spring gave out a laugh underneath her breath.

"That's what I thought as well. Fourteen months later, here I am - alone and yet tolerating a whore that is six months pregnant with my husband's child. Yes, the marriage was good at first and I am sure he loves me in his own cold, ruthless way, but he got bored. A mate is not enough for any man with the power our husbands' have. They seek adventure, something to feed their little egos and in doing so, tell themselves that it's in the name of love. Soon, your husband will want to have a child the same way mine did," the Lady said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in her tone. "And I am proposing for you, from one Lady to another, to condone your husband to impregnate." Selene's eyes narrowed on her.

"Condone? You mean encourage my husband impregnate me to solve a problem we don't have?" Selene asked slowly. "What makes you think that having children is our priority right now anyways?"

"Well, of course its not a priority with you, I mean that so-called lady in waiting over there, breathing all over your husband. It would be a waste of time trying to convince him to impregnate you," the lady laughed. Selene tilted her head.

"You've lost me, Frey," Selene's voice was nearly a cold whisper in the wind, "What are you trying to say to me? Convince my husband to impregnate my lady in waiting so that he can be just like your husband? Having illegitimate children for...what purpose would that serve me exactly?"

"So that when my husband's slut gives birth to that dimwit illegitimate child, I don't have to deal with it circling my future children's birth right," She said, her nose flaring. "We can just marry the illegitimate children off together. See, Selene, it will be like knocking out two birds with one stone. If you just let him indulge early in the marriage and tolerate him having a baby with her, their infatuation will end by the time she gives birth. And, to prevent the long-term damage of their parasite trying to get the throne, we can work together by forcing the two illegitimate children to get married and therefore, make them have a simple life and notthreaten either crowns." Selene couldn't breathe for a moment - part of her was in complete shock that Frey was proposing such a ridiculous, far-fetched offer. A second part of her didn't realize until that very minute how much of a fire had been slowly building inside of her since she met Frey.

"And what makes you think he's in love with her? That he wants her? That he doesn't want to have children with me but instead wants to make a family with a girl who isn't his mate?"

"Oh, please, we both know you've already shared that topic or else that girl wouldn't be here. I mean, look at you - what are you, fourteen? Fifteen?" Selene's lips pursed at her words, knowing that correcting her would only give her the satisfaction. "He may lust after you but there's a reason he hasn't pursued your purpose. How embarrassing it would be, having an Illyarian take the throne. He'll have one or two of course just to satisfy you, but could you imagine an Illyarian running the Night Court? He'll be keen to find a replacement."

"And why," Selene said carefully, her hands nearly shaking now. "Would an Illyarian 'running' the Night Court be embarrassing?" The opposing lady scoffed.

"What High Fae would want their heirs to be built like bats?" The lady sneered. "I have no prejudices against Illyarians, Selene, but acknowledging half-Illyarian children as heirs would make him a joke. They wouldn't even be his own breed."

"Oh, this isn't a deal that I'm suggesting to be immediate, it's only something that we should leave on the table when the time comes. It's proactive as a Lady to understand early," the lady said, her voice soft as if speaking to a child, "that he will have an affair, darling. And he will have an illegitimate child. And saying as my husband has already reached that stage, we can work together as ladies to make sure our future children aren't threatened. I mean, of course, your children won't make it to the throne anyways, but at least that sniveling lady in waiting-"

"Get the fuck out." The words had slipped out of Selene's lips before she could even process it. The Lady of Spring flinched back with a gasp.

"What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of my house before I throw you out," Selene said, on her feet now. The Lady of Spring's scone had slipped from her hand and suddenly she was up on her feet as well.

"How dare you speak to me like that, you-"

"Ah, and there's my sweet wife," a husky voice drawled from behind them. Selene turned around, her eyes blazing as she saw her husband and the High Lord of Spring hovering in the entrance way. Her husband looked over her fast but showed no sign that he noticed the anger that was written all over her. The High Lord of Spring, on the other hand, noticed quite visibly and, to Selene's surprise, looked unhappy as well.

"Come on, Frey, we're leaving," The High Lord said dully, holding out his arm. Frey pushed past her coldly, nearly elbowing her as she waddled towards her husband. Tobias slid away from them, a smirk on his lips as the two linked arms. Frey sniffed at her with her nose high in the air and the High Lord had turned to Tobias coldly.

"I believe this conversation is over, Tobias," he said sternly, "For now." Tobias replied by simply wiggling his fingers as he waved, causing the High Lord of Spring to flush with redness. They both turned away from them sharply, heading towards the front entrance.

"And please do give Octavia my condolences," Tobias projected cruelly, just as the front door opened. "Cauldron knows that any child of yours, legitimate or not, won't make a dent in history." And the only thing that Selene heard next was a slam.

~*~ discidium ~*~

Apparently, Tobias and the High Lord of Spring's conversation wasn't too good either.

"You couldn't have actually expected him to give you an entire mountain of resources without anything in return," Selene said evenly. Following the conflict, they had both retreated to his office, where Tobias was pouring wine into two cups and Selene was lounging on the suede couch.

"Anything in return?" Tobias repeated. "I'd hardly say not using military force isn't something in return." Tobias put a cup of wine in Selene's hands before sitting next to her on the couch.

"Anyways," Tobias continued. "I heard part of your conversation. I wouldn't say that was entirely orthodox either." Selene's lips pursed.

"Yeah?" Selene asked. "What did you hear then?" Tobias smiled.

"Telling her to get the fuck out," Tobias said, a little bit of pride in his voice. "Say, what was she sputtering that could've led you to say such a thing?" Selene could feel the heat rise to her cheeks.

"Oh, nothing important," Selene said, pressing the cup of wine to her lips. Tobias rose his eyebrows impressively.

"I would love to press you more on the subject, Selene," Tobias said. "But I do have to get to work. I have to create a plan by tomorrow for a few war camp leaders." Selene sat upright, beginning to rise to her feet but then Tobias snagged one of her hands and pulled her back onto the couch.

"Though," he said, his lips close to hers, "that is a stunning dress." He pushed her down further on the couch, hovering over her as his hand made its way under her dress. She felt a warmth tingle between her legs. As their lips met, her hand rummaged through his hair. She could've sworn she heard a sound come out of him.

"You are absolutely beautiful, you know that?" He breathed, her dress slowly rising up. His lips started to go down her neck and her hands were gripping his tunic tightly. It did feel good, she thought.

"Tobias," she said softly, nearly inaudible, as his hand found its way towards the inner part of her thigh.

"Selene," he murmured back. A slight moan slipped from her lips as his finger traced her bikini line, teasing.

"I'm-" A moan slipped out as he grew closer. "Not…" His fingers were fully under her undergarments now, his cold fingers touching the outside. "We've never…" Gone this far, she almost said.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered, though she knew he certainly didn't. Before she could protest, she felt him slip a finger inside of her and she gasped. She had never gone that far with him, not ever.

"Tobias-" He went farther.

"We should-" He was kissing her more now, fiercer. She could barely breathe.

"We're in the middle of your office-" She wished she could say she wasn't enjoying it, but she was touching him too now. Her hand was grasping at his tunic, untying the front.

"Who gives a fuck," he replied lazily. "I want you, Selene. I want you so bad. It's all I can think about, it's all I can-"

"But you have to work." Somehow she had slipped away from him. He didn't even move as she inched away, fixing her dress.

"The work can wait," he offered softly, but she was already on her feet. She couldn't meet his eyes.

"Plus," she heard herself say, "I have to go find Rosalie. I'll…I'll see you at dinner." Before she walked away, she finally looked at him. He was sitting up as well, but she could've sworn there was a flicker of pain in his eyes. Not anger, like she expected. But pain. Before she could say any more, she walked away hurriedly, closing the large double doors as she did so.

~*~ discidium ~*~

For the first time, it was quite difficult to find Rosalie. Selene didn't exactly have the best alibi either – all she needed was a little help undoing her dress without ripping it. Or possibly some help drawing a bath. To be honest, she hadn't really found her excuse yet. She just needed to get away from Tobias and she knew that Tobias, being the stubborn git he was, refused to be in a room with Rosalie by himself. But when she walked into her room, nobody was there waiting. Reluctantly, she knocked on Rosalie's door. When she heard nothing, she opened the door slowly. She was gone.

"Rosalie?" She asked lightly. No response. Sighing, she turned away and walked towards the stairs. But then she heard her voice – she was back on the floor that Selene had originally been on. Quickly, Selene rushed down the stairs silently, trying to keep up with her. Selene noticed that she was close to Tobias's office.

"Rosalie," she whispered, hoping to stop her before she passed Tobias's office. The last thing Selene needed was for Tobias to catch her in her lie. Unfortunately, Rosalie didn't turn around. "Ros-" But then she stopped speaking. Rosalie walked into Tobias's office. Selene froze and blinked stupidly.

"What are you doing here?" Tobias growled loudly. Slowly, quietly, Selene stepped closer to the study. What was she doing in there? Selene thought. She knew at this point she should just turn around before she was caught lying to Tobias. But curiosity had overcame her.

"Your doors were wide open, My Lord," Rosalie replied. "I thought maybe you were needing something…"

"Selene is looking for you," Tobias snapped. "Make yourself useful and go find her." Selene inched closer.

"Did you see the dress I made her?" Rosalie asked. "Darling, wasn't it?"

"Let me guess, you did it out of the goodness of your heart? You put a part of your soul in it? All that matters is her happiness?"

"It's your type," Rosalie said, as if reminding him. "I know how much you like velvet." Selene face heated up instantly.

"Yeah, thanks for that, by the way," he grumbled. "Can you just leave? I really don't feel like fighting with you right now, Rosalie." But she was sure that by the tone of his voice, he knew that she wasn't going to leave that easily.

"I just decided to come over here to say thank you," Rosalie said. "You know, for giving me this opportunity." This time, Tobias gave out a laugh.

"Giving you this opportunity to do what? Make my wife believe that you actually care about her?"

"I and she have a connection, my lord. We'll be friends for life."

"She's a kid, Rosalie," Tobias said replied, disinterest filling his tone. "She doesn't even know what a lady in waiting is. Give her two weeks and she'll finally understand. Hell, actually, just give her three more days. Unlike you, she has some wits."

"Possibly," Rosalie said, "But she's boring, don't you think? Kinda bland."

Tobias gave out a light laugh and said, "Cauldron, I can't wait till she sees through you, Rosalie. You're a fucking snake." There was a moment of silence and Selene, who was still clinging to the wall, was tempted to peak into the room but then she heard a shuffle of feet.

"I'm not sure why you're so bitter, my lord," Rosalie purred. "This is every Lord's dream, is it not? To have their wife make their mistress a lady in waiting? You can have me whenever and wherever you want now. You can have me in the middle of the night, you can have me every time your darling wife leaves the wing, you can even have me right now." And then her heart was pounding because Tobias was dead silent. She couldn't even hear him breathe. A part of her was yelling to walk away, leave before she found out something she didn't want to know, but her feet wouldn't move.

"Rosalie," Tobias said in a quiet voice, soft like a lover, "If I wanted you, you would've gotten on your knees days ago like the whore you are." And then the air shifted – the invitation burned to the ground. Yet, a relief was yet to fill her.

"Is this in fear that she'll get mad? Look at the poor girl," Rosalie continued, as if Tobias hadn't spoken at all. Selene's jaw clenched. "Even if she did find out, she wouldn't care. She might find a bit of relief saying as she hasn't even given herself to you already." And at this point, Selene was wondering why Tobias hadn't shooed Rosalie away already. The last time she had gotten this far, as far as she knew, he had threatened her life. Because maybe she was right, she thought suddenly. Maybe Tobias was getting restless, maybe she was wrong to make him wait. He then spoke in a low, chilling voice.

"You really don't get it, do you, Rosalie?" There was a moment of silence before he continued, "She is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the Night Court and if that means I can never bed her, I am perfectly fine with that, because I don't need to bed someone to know they are mine." There was another shuffle and a great inhale that sounded to come from Rosalie.

"Now, the only reason, the only reason, you are here, is because I want her happy," Tobias said coolly. "So you better hope she doesn't tire of you, Rosalie, because the moment that happens, the second she turns against you, I'm going to mist you into thin air and smile as your blood turns to rain."

I didn't get as many reviews as I would have liked :'( But I really wanted to include this chapter because I liked it a lot. So, yeah, here you go. Please review though 3 3 It makes my day.

Edit: So I f'd up. Somehow, I managed to change her original name (Rosalie) to Victoria? Not sure how I screwed that up but um, yeah. I'm surprised nobody else caught that. Anywho, her name is Rosalie. Not Victoria. Forgive my amateur-ness