Just finished another strategy session with my council. Politics never rest in our courts, does it?
Strategizing feels like dancing with shadows tonight. My mind wanders to a certain Spring Court beauty who should be here by my side, her laughter cutting through the tension. But she's off playing human again... I suppose I'll have to remind her why she belongs here, in my arms and in my bed. After all, it's been far too long since I've had her between the sheets.