Claude’s responding glare at the demoness below him was icy cold, to say the least. It grew perplexed when she shoved flowers into her mouth- eyebrows drawing together in simultaneous confusion and amusement.
"What are you doing?"
Being a stupid piece of trash that’s what I’m doing.
She couldn’t say anything; her mouth was full. There really was no escape. She’d either have to spit out the petals or finish what she started and swallow them. There was no way to dig this hole except further down.
So she chewed and swallowed. Look at me I’m disgusting. Next was her more annoying dilemma. Was it acceptable to look him in the eye or was it disrespectful? And if it was acceptable, looking away would be rude. She hated that. Such a common technicality but so important. Since they were on the surface world, she’d found it was a rule of thumb that eye contact was a must.
Looking up at him, she feigned a sheepish grin. ”I was tending this flowerbed when my hunger got the best of me, sir,” Katharine answered. Not entirely a lie. She hadn’t had a contract or even found a bum on the street to suck dry in nearly a decade. She didn’t have the stomach that more powerful demons had; she couldn’t go for very long without a soul in her stomach without feeling intense hunger pains. ”I’m sorry if the display was rather jarring. I’ll do my best to restrain myself in the future.”
Oh shit oh shit he’s following me! Or maybe he’s just standing there. But he’s probably following me shit shit shit play it cool Dorei, be polite.
The tense demoness returned to the flowerbed she was tending, fighting every urge to shove a handful of blossoms into her mouth. Oh, wait, no. She did. The taste of rose petals did little to calm her down.
She took a deep breath. She needed to breathe and think rational thoughts, a difficult task when faced with such obvious superiority. Her mind thought back on the times she spent in service to various demon demi-lords of hell and was there to witness their fall, to feed off the power they involuntarily relinquished. The tenacity and endurance that made it so she was here today.
I can do this. I will run mental circles around this guy. She thought as she shoved another handful of petals into her mouth.
"Uhm, what are you even doing?"
The woman in the black maid’s uniform was hunched on the floor, hastily stuffing something into her mouth. She was so hungry; Katharine hadn’t had a soul to eat in decades and she didn’t think she’d be getting one anytime soon. She kept herself sated with her only vice…
At the sound of someone entering, the demoness turned, eyes wide and hands full of plucked flowers. A petal was stuck to her red-painted lips, and she looked like some sort of startled reptile, still as a rock as she stared at the person who’d questioned her.
Know your place!
A guide for anyone who wants to write about royals.
Always reblog Noble Hierarchy.
Also, female equivalents:
Florence + The Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins
Katherine smiled sweetly, tilting her head. ”Oh, your highness, I’m sure you have no business with someone like me,” she declared, smug as she put a hand to her chest in mock surprise.