[Your Majesty...Queen Diva...yeah, she's fucking into it. To say she doesn't miss the reverence her Chevalier showed her would be a flat out lie. She does, terribly so, and the way he kneels before her glass in hand...it reminds her of someone she hasn't thought of in awhile.
Poor Grigori...and yet he deserved everything he'd got in the end. She'd stepped on him too, hadn't she? Ground her heel into the side of his face while telling him more or less she was disowning him. Now here she was, being asked to take him on as her servant and willingly step on him. Not what she was expecting but hey, it works for her.
There's a grin from her as she moves to stick a leg out, bare toes finding one of his shoulders as she presses them against it. If she had anymore blood in the glass she'd be swirling it by now.]
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Poor Grigori...and yet he deserved everything he'd got in the end. She'd stepped on him too, hadn't she? Ground her heel into the side of his face while telling him more or less she was disowning him. Now here she was, being asked to take him on as her servant and willingly step on him. Not what she was expecting but hey, it works for her.
There's a grin from her as she moves to stick a leg out, bare toes finding one of his shoulders as she presses them against it. If she had anymore blood in the glass she'd be swirling it by now.]
With pleasure, Reign.