Stella was curled up under the covers. Then pulled up high over herself. Making soft whistles instead of regular snores. Her feathers littered. Her longer feathers were tucked over herself. Only under those covers nothing was on.

You wake slowly. Looking at the book on the night stand. A mischievous smile across your lips. Before getting up. But from exhaustion and rough night. The book that would've been lighter practically feels like a bag of bricks. You hold it between your impish arms. As you put on your I.M.P uniform back on before sneaking off. Whispering under your breath.

"Got the book. Got the heavy fucking book~ Oh Shi-" You almost cursed which grew louder. As you went to the railing and fell right over. Right to the table below. Landing in some cake.

Stella snapped awake. Getting up and hurrying a robe. Hurrying to the edge. Looking over then down to you looking around at the other royals here in hell.

You laughs. "Sorry about fucking your wife." You said to Stolas, The supposed husband of Stella. You got back up, Before hurrying away off the grounds of the palace.

Stolas' hand came to his face. Wiping the cake right from his face. Looking up to Stella. "What the fuck was that Stella?!" He hissed out loudly.

She snarls her bill. Before smiling across them. Taking the sign below on the rail that said, "Happily Married."

"That's the sound of a... FUCKING DIVORCE!" She laughs as she tears it off and letting it flow in the air away.