Snowball purred happily and nudged Isabelle's chin affectionately, enjoying his nap while nestled beneath her blankets and lying beside her. He was drifting in and out of sleep - his purr cutting out when he'd fall asleep, then firing back up whenever he'd wake again.
It was quite a cute little display, easily mesmerizing in its own strange little way.
She hadn't actually meant to fall asleep.
She wasn't trying to re-enact Marie Antoinette but with flooding.
She just. Did. For a little bit. Not long - she could tell that much because it was still fully daylight when she woke up.
She also woke up still alone.
That was...
Well.
She didn't like it.
She was just. Never going to adapt to being this...sedentary...ruler.
