“I’ve chosen a few candidates for Celeste’s personal guard.”
It still felt strange to Julianna to be the one seated behind the desk when speaking to her husband. Her stolen memories were still incomplete, but hazy and clipped images of speaking to her stern looking husband (though he was just her boss at that time) as he brooded in a large leather chair sometimes came to mind when the my spoke in her office.
Her ears twitched subtly, noting the movements of the dogs behind her. Jules was often surrounded by various canines and had three of them today. Her own greyhound was assisting her in petting sitting Celeste’s papillion and Nic’s toy poodle. They slumbered peacefully on plush dog beds in on corner of the lavish office. “I haven’t interviewed them, yet, since I knew you would want to be there.” She didn’t need memories to know that. Owen was fiercely protective of their youngest daughter, even before this latest intrusion: A would-be kidnapper had slipped into Celeste’s room. Thankfully he’d been stopped by Owen, though both he and Celeste had suffered injuries.
A lingering terror still gripped her after that night The queen did her best to continue focusing on work, while balancing the upheaval of the castle’s current guard and security protocols. It was a lot to balance, and Julianna was glad to have her husband and daughter back home.
Green eyes flickered to the sling that supported the weight off his injured shoulder, ears pinned backwards, before darting back to his face. They had time to discuss the matter of guardsmen while Celeste was making up the midterm she had missed while in the hospital under the watch of a carefully selected proctor and a temporary entourage. Thumbing through the files on her desk, she found a specific one and deliberately placed it on top of the file. Ears twitched as she pushed them all towards her husband. “Personally, I think that Atlas Weatherfare is the best choice.” Julianna didn’t go on to defend her decision, Owen would look through all of the paperwork himself before choosing to agree or disagree with her.
It still felt strange to Julianna to be the one seated behind the desk when speaking to her husband. Her stolen memories were still incomplete, but hazy and clipped images of speaking to her stern looking husband (though he was just her boss at that time) as he brooded in a large leather chair sometimes came to mind when the my spoke in her office.
Her ears twitched subtly, noting the movements of the dogs behind her. Jules was often surrounded by various canines and had three of them today. Her own greyhound was assisting her in petting sitting Celeste’s papillion and Nic’s toy poodle. They slumbered peacefully on plush dog beds in on corner of the lavish office. “I haven’t interviewed them, yet, since I knew you would want to be there.” She didn’t need memories to know that. Owen was fiercely protective of their youngest daughter, even before this latest intrusion: A would-be kidnapper had slipped into Celeste’s room. Thankfully he’d been stopped by Owen, though both he and Celeste had suffered injuries.
A lingering terror still gripped her after that night The queen did her best to continue focusing on work, while balancing the upheaval of the castle’s current guard and security protocols. It was a lot to balance, and Julianna was glad to have her husband and daughter back home.
Green eyes flickered to the sling that supported the weight off his injured shoulder, ears pinned backwards, before darting back to his face. They had time to discuss the matter of guardsmen while Celeste was making up the midterm she had missed while in the hospital under the watch of a carefully selected proctor and a temporary entourage. Thumbing through the files on her desk, she found a specific one and deliberately placed it on top of the file. Ears twitched as she pushed them all towards her husband. “Personally, I think that Atlas Weatherfare is the best choice.” Julianna didn’t go on to defend her decision, Owen would look through all of the paperwork himself before choosing to agree or disagree with her.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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