#*rowen 02

“they keep looking at my hands, waiting for a fucking ring!” her voice rose higher somewhat, enough for some of the maids in the corner serving her tea to jump in guilt. nika could barely see her toes peaking out from over her belly as she laid down on the chaise, back hurting and irritable     always irritable. “anyway, are you staying for dinner? i think they’re cooking that thing you like... i know what it is     i just refuse to say out loud with my pronunciation.” ( @rcwens​ )