“I am simply in need of a relaxing night tonight, my love.” Miranda sighed, sat on the end of their shared four poster bed. Her long, blond hair in a braid for the night and her sharp eyes watched Alcina carefully.

“This… man thing, Ethan Winters is truly getting in the way of your plans.” Alcina replied, removing her earrings as she sat at her vanity. After taking a breath of her cigar she looked at Miranda through the mirror. “You’ve been handling it your best, darling.”

Miranda nodded, closing her eyes for a few seconds before opening her eyes to gaze at the maid - you - who had been assigned to clean their room. “He’s killed 3 maids so far and attacked one of your daughters!”

“Our daughters” Alcina corrected softly, knowing Miranda deserved the title of their other mother.

Miranda sighed again as Alcina stood and made her way over, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. Which she of course returned. They were wives after all.