" I——" Bree began but then her eyes fell on Dion's waist that was being pinched and she changed her words. " Dion come here."
" At once your majesty," finally liberated from the sheer torture that he has to grow through, Dion hurriedly rushed to the Queen's side and hid behind her like a child who was bullied in school. Bree tipped her head over her shoulder and took a look at the shivering Dion before turning her head to look at Cordelia, there a myriad of things that she would have said to the leader of the nymphs but Bree had a boatload of documents that she needed to finish by tomorrow evening and therefore, she didn't have much time to get into a debate about 'consent' with her.
