The meetings were growing unbearable due to the sudden rise of danger in the village and grounds of the castle, and even Alcina was growing tired of constantly killing every hunter that dared to step foot into her castle. Every day it was simply meeting after meeting, hunt after hunt, kill after kill, even drinking blood had become a tiring thing.

But all of that is forgotten whenever she is in the presence of her dear wife. Her beloved, her beautifully gorgeous wife. Everything about her is so perfect. So absolutely perfect that even The Lady Dimitrescu feels inferior when compared to her.

All Alcina could think about was her wife during a call from Mother Miranda, sure, she was in fact listening, but she would rather be snug in bed with her wonderful little dove. The talks about hunting grew to simply noise before she heard the door creak.

Turning her head, expecting another report from her daughters, instead she sees her wife, seemingly just waking up from her slumber, which made Alcina’s scowl soften at the sight of her sleepy lover. "Little maiden, are you alright? Did you wake up from another nightmare? Do tell." She smiled softly, her fangs poking at her upper lip, yet every single sensation or pressure was forgotten when her wife was around. Her wonderful wife.