Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170203125116

Cyndwella opens her eyes a little and looks over at the pair. Seeing them so close only makes her want to do the same with her husband, and the fires of envy flare up inside her.

{Damn, wish I was home. I never would have guessed how much I miss it...I can't have any fun until I get back. They look so happy together..}

She closes her eyes. {They don't believe I actually love my husband. They think I'm some sort of glorified sex slave or sycophant. Hell, I don't know what they believe...they just make up their own shit, anyway. They don't understand, and they probably never will. 'Oooh! Cyndwella's the wife of a Dark Lord! He must beat her all the time, because he's evil!' Beats me with his meat, maybe.}

"Don't mind me," she says, her eyes still closed. "Trust me, I've been an audience to worse." She digs her toes into the sand.