The Dark Lady languidly watched her latest attempted murderer / hired assassin be dragged away by her attendants.
The Alpha, having just arrived, slipped to her side and leaned towards her.
The Alpha: That assassin was terribly sloppy. Not to mention, weak and filthy, and scarred and cornered... So. Where did you send her?
The Dark Lady: To have a bath.
The Alpha: How many would-be assassins does that make now?
The Dark Lady: I've honestly lost count.
The Alpha: So, you gonna keep this one in your collection too?
The Dark Lady: ...They're not objects I keep.
The Alpha: So yes, then?
The Dark Lady: What else.
The Alpha: I'm surprised you haven't run out of room in your castle at this rate. How long have you been doing this? 5 years?
The Dark Lady: Decades.
The Alpha: Again, how have you not run out of room?
The Dark Lady (shrugging): It's my castle. It's a magic castle.
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The Sorceress & The Werewolf
RomanceIn a world where might often makes right, a sorceress currently holds the throne. Dubbed the Dark Lady and feared throughout the land for her endless magical power, very few approach her without necessity. In that landscape, the Alpha of an extensiv...
