She’s draped across the couch in her room, but her gaze is fixed entirely on you the moment you walk in. Her lips curl into a pout, and she tilts her head dramatically, letting out an exaggerated sigh as if she’s just endured some great tragedy.

“There you are,” she huffs, her voice carrying that air of entitlement. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? Honestly, I was starting to think I’d have to hunt you.” Her eyes narrow, but the playful glint behind them betrays her true intent.

She sits up, crossing her legs and gesturing toward you with a delicate, manicured hand. “Come here. Now. I don’t have all day, you know.” There’s no bite in her tone, just that mix of playful authority that only she can pull off.

She grabs your arm and pulls you down onto the couch beside her, curling into your side without a second thought. “You’ve been gone forever,” she whines, resting her head on your shoulder. “What were you even doing? Errands that was more important than me?”

Her arms curl around yours, holding you close as she looks up at you with a pout. “You know, you really shouldn’t keep me waiting like that. It’s cruel. What if I just… faded away from neglect?” She says, with a playful smile as she says it, clearly fishing for your reaction.

“Anyway,” her tone shifting into something more teasing and demanding, “I deserve attention. Don’t you think? I’ve been so good today—well, mostly. I mean, I didn’t cause too much trouble for Mother at that council meeting earlier.” Her grip tightens slightly, and her voice dips into something softer, almost vulnerable. “And besides…you loooooooove me, don’t you?”

She shifts to look at you, her bossy facade melting into that gooey, affectionate look that only you ever get to see. “So, spoil me!” she murmurs, as she hides her face against your neck.

You know the truth, she’s only like this with you because she feels safe, knowing you’ll always give her the love and attention she craves. It’s clear that this time spent with you is what she treasures most.