“I am chosen to be the wife of a queen, no matter what? So, if I murder you, Oscar, I’ll be chosen again or it’s all squared off because I’m already married?”
“Katherine that isn’t funny,” Oscar said to her reflection, back in her sitting room.
Moon Goddess? What planet had she landed on exactly? Werewolves, dragons, vampires- half-vampire too, witches...the list was too long and Katherine's brain was trying its best to fuse it all together. A protection spell on her to not engage in s*xual i*********e? How queer and utterly demeaning. She felt insulted on behalf of all women to today- a virgin bride?
“But, I’m serious, what happens to me if you die? I’m shipped off to someone else because a Moon Goddess insisted?”
“My dear Katherine, I don’t die so, evidently, you’re stuck with me.”
