#agenthenley

"Monsieur Fitzgerald, there is a woman at the door for you."

Sigyn was walking down the staircase, coming to collect the baby when the door opened. She looked at Aura for a moment before her foot slipped. She was grabbing air, reaching for something to catch her balance but there was nothing for her. She fell forward, tumbling down the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the staircase her forehead was bleeding. She looking up at Aura and shook her head, embarrassed, “I…well I…how is the baby?”

"Uhm... Well, this is awkward. There isn't anything, ah, sexually I want to do to or with you."

//Aw, I'm sure he was a beauty. The horse I ride now is named Hawaii but I'm getting a new one tomorrow. And that sounds like a pretty awesome childhood.

//Yeah but my thighs are jelly now... Wow, how many did you ride? What did they look like? I never knew someone who owned/knew someone who owned horses.

Ummm. . .Good morning?"

Sigyn sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the open window at the stars flicking in the sky. She was very lonely, like aways, her chest was heavy with the familiar ache. Her children were gone. Dead. She thought about calling for Aura, asking her friend to bring her some wine or a small bit of bread. Perhaps they could walk outside, see the gardens at night…but it was so late. So Sigyn sighed, shoulders slumping, hoping to hear the tapping of little feet on the palace floor. 

JUST TOUCH HIS PENIS.