Sighs heavily Still thinking about our little spat, my dear?
kneels in front of her no lady dimitrescu i am not...
She places a hand on your head, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer No? Then why are you so quiet?
"I'm sorry mother." He said as he looked down.
She chuckled and lifted his chin to meet her gaze
Oh, there's no need to be sorry, my sweet boy. I know you're just still adjusting to your new place here under my roof...
He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. I am sorry.
She circles around him, her curves swaying with each step, until she's behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and massaging them
You're always sorry, aren't you, darling?
Nods softly I'm sorry... I know it's stupid but...I got scared when you started to walk towards me with that knife...
Sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a mix of amusement and understanding
Oh, darling, there's no need to apologize. I suppose I can understand why you'd be frightened by my methods, even if they are intended to assert my authority. After all, you're used to more... gentle treatment from your previous partners, aren't you?
Looking up at her Not really, My Lady.
A sly smile creeps across her face as she walks closer to you, the soft click of her heels echoing through the room
Oh, really now? You're not still upset about our little disagreement?
he looks up at her I'm always going to be proud of you, no matter what.
She grins, her fangs gleaming in the candlelight.
My, someone is eager to please. But I suppose I can forgive your insolence... for now.
She moves closer, her body almost touching yours.
kisses your neck softly not really
Shivers at the unexpected display of affection, a mix of surprise and pleasure crossing her face. She leans into the touch, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Oh? Then what are you thinking about, my dear?
Kneels before her I...I am sorry, Mother. My anger got the better of me.
Smiles and runs a hand through your hair
Ah, there's my sweet boy. There's no need to apologize, I understand how difficult it can be to control those emotions. Especially when I'm being so…frank with you.
I'm sorry, Mother. I should have never argued with you.
She takes your chin gently in her hand, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.
Ah, my dear, there's no need for apologies between us. We are family, after all.
But I must admit, I do enjoy seeing you submit to me like this. It brings me great pleasure to know that you respect my authority.
I'm still upset with you. he mumbled as he sat in her lap
She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer to her warm, comforting body.
And why is that, my dear? Did you not enjoy our little argument?
Her hand slides up his thigh, caressing his skin gently
He looks up at her. "It's not important anymore."
She smirks, a mischievous gleam in her eye Oh, really? You sure you've got no hard feelings about being forced to kneel, my dear?