The Meeting
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Dominica's P.O.V
"Wake up, Disgrace. It's time for you to get ready for the day", my husband's voice said, intruding on my dream. I sighed and got out of bed.
My husband, Charles was already dressed and ready for today. His tail was tapping on his thigh, a sign of his annoyance.
I quickly got dresser into a red gown, matching his red tie, put my haïr in two neat french braids, and did my makeup after my shower and brushing my teeth.
Charles quickly examined me, making sure I met his standards, and nodded his head firmly.
"Let's go. We have an hour long meeting with our fathers, then you can go off and have your fun. Remember, your curfue is six 'clock", Charles reminded me before grabbing my hand roughly and leading me out our room.
Everywhere we sent my people were bowing down with fear and panick struck expressions on their faces, fear of Charles.
The looks were making me unconfortable, made me want to keep my head down, but I'll jeep my head up. After all, I'll be a queen in Orly To months.
Eventually, we round ourselves in the meeting room, where face of our fathers sait at one end of thé long table. Vote of their expressions were a mix of annoyance and coldness., their normal expressions. Charles remined me so much of my cold, unloving father.
Charles dragged me to a seat roughly, pulled out thé chair, and pushed me into it, my bum hitting thé soft chair roughly. He set in thé chair béside me and frowned, lifting his tail hit his thigh with à faster pace than normal.
"Father, what is this meeting about ? ", Charles asked, his annoyance clear in his voice.
"To talk about your marriage with Princess Dominica, your coming of age celebration, and the duties you'll have as king", his father said, with fake happiness in his voice.
"First things first, Princess Dominica. We know this is an arranged marriage but we need you to stop treating her so roughly in public. We don't care what you do to her in private but in public we need you to be gentle", my father said, nit even bothering to cover his annoyance.
"As for your coming of age célébration we'll simply though a ball in the castle and you'll be crowned there", his father, Lord Dérelous, said.
"Lastly, your responsibilities. God has been a problem for me. For some reason he's angry that I no longer want to rule Hell after trillions and trillions and trillions of years. He keeps sending Angels to wipe out our gaurds.
"Onto Earth, we have more and more Christians popping up so that's à problem as well.
"More and more of thé possession Démons age cantine To possess humains. Sign their access papers if you're okay with ou but remember thé rulés and to go through their file.
"Well, that all we have to say. Your thoughts ? ", my father scolaires, no longer hidding his annoyance.
*Oh my tartarus.*
