(Note. This may seem a little distorted, because Valka is a little out of it.)
Valka
I'm on heat.
It's been days--three... maybe four--and time has stopped meaning anything. I wake in Lucien's bed and I never really leave it. The world outside our room doesn't exist. I eat when he reminds me to. I bathe only because he carries me to the water and washes my skin. Clothes feel wrong, too hot, too tight, a nuisance, like a barrier between me and the only thing that eases the ache. So, I thrash them.
He never makes me put them back on, even if it distracts him. He has to leave in the mornings to take care of things--kingly duties--but when he sees me tangled in his sheets naked, my thighs parted and my lip caught between my teeth, he abandons everything.
When he's gone, hours pass in a haze of hunger. My whole day fractures into two halves. The time before he returns and the time after. I can't do anything. Can't train. Can't practice. Can't function. Until he comes back to me.
