he’s been talking to him…

don’t “babe” her.

unbelievable.

is @perpetuaira.bsky.social okay?

not sure.

looks like it.

if her parents separate then she’s leaving.

she’s in her bedroom if @chemicalabuse.bsky.social is looking for her.

she doesn’t wanna marry prince, @perpetuaira.bsky.social.

“i’m not sleeping with him.” she said, shaking her head. “if you get to have him and me then i can have someone else.”

leta sighed softly as she turned to face him and rub his back slowly, knowing this was her fault. “you can be with him…” she whispered with a soft sigh, knowing she wouldn’t tell her father.

sitting on the edge of the bed, she waited for him before laying back and closing her eyes. how was she going to do this? she couldn’t share.

sighing softly, she shook her head as she followed him back inside. “fine…”

“and what is that?” she asked as she looked back at him.

“i’ll tell my father… we can’t do this, prince. it’s not fair to me.” she whispered, looking back at him.

“i’m sorry…” she whispered as she turned her back to him, looking down.

“i don’t know… i can’t lie to my father…” she said, shaking her head at him with a frown.

“i’m sorry, prince. my father won’t allow it and i deserve real love. someone who just wants me.”

“i’m not sharing myself with anyone.” she said, stepping back and shaking her head.

“i see.” she said as she looked down, unsure of what to do now. it was clear he wanted julian.

“julian?” her face fell because she knew exactly what they had been doing together.

“why? what happened?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

coming outside, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw him. “i thought you were dead.”

she’s on her way out.

okay.

where has he been?

and she wants him to be happy.

yay!

sounds good. she’s missing his cuddles.

it’s okay.

she knows.

she’s missing prince.

it’s a hobby, but she does want to open up her own shop one day.

good! she’s rather pleased with how this one turned out.

she has a bottle with his name on it.

it’ll help him sleep better and ease the withdrawals.

she’s made another potion.

she can help him with that.

“sounds good.” she whispered, tilting her head back even more to look back at him.

“it’s okay.” she whispered as he kept her eyes closed so the shampoo wouldn’t get in her eyes.

tilting her head back, she closed her eyes and let out a content hum. she loved his fingers.

peaking her head out, she smiled as she got out of bed and got undressed to join him in the shower.

slumping more into the bed, she sighed as she covered herself up to the point she was hiding underneath.

she could smell it, but she was reading a book. “go take a shower.” she said, knowing how weak she was for him.

good.

yeah.

but she wants him here.

fine…

but he doesn’t want to stay sober.

he has to understand, she can’t be happy if she has to constantly worry about him.