Once more, the Fae surprised her with his abilities. Just when the Queen thought that she had seen all that there was of his magic, La’cael’rah was there to show her the difference between “assuming” and “knowing”. She took the cape on her shoulders, taking pleasure in the soft velvety texture of it against her bare skin. It was one of her most simple and often sought delights, for the Queen rarely covered her body.<br/><br/>Turning around to face him, she raised his head with the tip of her fingers and planted a kiss on the fae’s lips, almost making it look like she was thankful and pleased with his actions. In truth, she wanted something else and so her hand came to slightly bend his head to the side the moment she broke the kiss. Less than a second later, she had bit his neck with utmost craving, feeding on his magical, sweet blood once more. This gave her the strength to recover some of her lost energy, just enough to make her ready for the trial. There was a decision to be made about the angel and showing any sign of weakness was certainly out of the question.<br/><br/>Just to let him know that she was - above all - a generous mistress, the Queen pierced her finger with her fangs and sealed the wound on his neck using a drop of her ever so precious blood. Nevermind the intense pain she had caused him and whatever else her mind conjured for him. This was just the beginning of his tribulations.<br/>