Complementing Colors
It never surprised Asmodean how little things changed. They would be attending Graendal's party and Lanfear was determining what he would be wearing. He stood in front of his closet with his hands on his hips, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful woman in white behind him.
How often had they done this before?
Few things changed and even now, she was utterly infuriating. Sweetly telling him that whatever he liked was fine, and then criticizing whatever he picked. A shame she was more powerful than he was, because a bit of silence would be a blessing.
How often had they done this before?
Few things changed and even now, she was utterly infuriating. Sweetly telling him that whatever he liked was fine, and then criticizing whatever he picked. A shame she was more powerful than he was, because a bit of silence would be a blessing.