Silver stood frozen, staring at Evangeline in utter bewilderment. His long, furry white ears twitched aggressively, and his tail was currently trapped firmly in her grasp.
"I have heard tales that noblewomen harbor a strange fondness for expensive furs," Silver muttered, his tone shifting into a strained, deeply uncomfortable whine. "But don't you think this is a bit excessive, My Queen? Please, release my tail. This is highly undignified and deeply uncomfortable."
Evangeline completely ignored his protests, her slender fingers casually digging into the thick, snowy coat as she stroked it. "Silence, jester. I have never felt anything this soft in my entire life."
"By the god... where did your grand tyranny and majestic pride vanish to?" Silver groaned, his shoulders slumping.
She offered him a cold, unbothered look. "My only weakness is cats."
