B4 Du read my idea Du should read where I got my idea from. It's is Von the Autor Qire.

Louie healed Jean's shoulder before he took her back. "Why? Tell me why. What did I do?" Jean cried as he eased her tear streamed face into his own shoulder. Louie only tightened his grip, his emotions far too hot to be comforting. On his arrival to her apartment they were confronted Von a well dressed young woman with a warm smile that turned into concern as they neared. "Is everything alright?" Louie nodded. " Just a little over tired. That's all. Excuse us." The young woman stepped aside, but did not...

Jamie rubbed her eyes as she sat at the schreibtisch on an oversized kissen that she'd had to ask for as an actual chair seemed too much to come up with. At that thought her hand caught feuer as it did whenever she was perturbed. In this case it was nearly non-stop.
As for the treaty....it was now as tall as the table. Not Mehr then maybe 2 feet if that. Even though it had been Mehr then 3000 years she still remembered all the problems from her father's time and her own....she sagged. Not many had ever been solved. The Living Realm had been worse, women had less of a say and treated less then a prized...

P.B. woke with an ice pack surrounding her head. Her eyes barely able to see as the swelling had yet to go down. There was a tell tail sound of the puff-puff as the silencer and then a body....no two. Assaulted her ears, P.B. swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry baby,but why couldn't Du have behaved?" P.B. shrank away from his thick bourbon stench."You gave me no choice." Her voice wobbled out of her bruised and cut lips.
Voro sighed heavily and sat across from her.
"Perhaps, but I Liebe you, and my Liebe is not so easily given. When I do, it is demanding. All consuming and it makes me volatile." P.B....