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Goia had long ago put Vixen down to sleep, her gentle snoring echoed about her room as Thorine glanced in the doorway. A tender smile that was never displayed in public was only allowed now in the confines of her home. Turning to walk further along the corridor on her nightly vigil of her children, she stopped next at Christian's room and opening the door just a fraction smiled again at the restless form of her son. Walking quietly over she pulled the blankets that had slipped from him up again, tucked him in and laid a soothing hand on his brow. Stilling his fitful slumber instantly. Her hushed steps led out of the room and further down the hall to the newest arrival Ivalyo. Leaning against the door frame she watched him sleep peacefully, he was possibly the most adorable looking of her children but nothing else about him seemed to be. His cries often woke the household at ungodly hours, while his fits of temper even at a few weeks were almost legendary. The baby was already willful, constantly asserting his authority and Thorine loved him for it. Leaving him she walked up the stairs to her own chambers. Arnost was not expected back for some time which was usually fine with her but of late she was craving his presence near her more and more. It was almost a prophetic feeling, as if she needed to see him constantly incase she never saw him again and with these thoughts often came others wondering if Asparuh would take his brother again and hold him captive. Surely now that he had also fathered a child with her, Arnost would be safe from him.
She walked to her dresser and removing her long grey robe, revealing the most intricately embroidered pale green gown beneath. It's long slender sleeves hung in triangular points below her wrists, while the scooped neck revealed her perfect shoulders and ivory skin. The cinched waist of the dress looked stunning covering her slight frame. Her figure had not exactly come back to its normal glory after Ivaylo, it was still very early but she had instead lost almost too much weight. Giving her body a more angular defined look, an almost haughty appearance as if the skin were stretched over its bones. She still looked spectacular but now it required work on her part. This of course did not bother her, she had given birth to three glorious pureblood children and was possibly the most pride filled mother on the planet. It did not phase her that they had different fathers or that she had never married any of them, her heart was completely and utterly Arnosts and that to her was more than enough. Earlier that day she had gone to the new family solicitor, one who seemed a lot better than the oaf she had to kill off the year before. She had made a new will, again as if by some prophetic notion she was insistent that her affairs were all in order. Her children got everything of course in the event of her demise or incarceration. She was after all a DE and since the murder of Scott Anderson, she was well aware how the aurors must be banding together baying for blood. Goia and Nastasia were of course the legal guardians and trustees of her beloved children and their fortune but their fathers in one stipulation had been given the chance to claim their own child for himself if necessary. Thorine hoped that if anything happened to her that this would not be the case, that all three children would and could grow up together but somehow she knew that Asparuh for one would not leave his precious pureblood son in the hands of a house elf and a squib for rearing.
Removing her makeup and brushing out her long blonde hair, she sighed having now had enough of practical thoughts. Beside her lay another copy of the prophet and she smiled sardonically at the cover. So Nicolas King had been called upon to be chief auror. She really would have loved to have taken him out instead of the other fool. It had been much too easy, even in her condition. Footsteps on the stairs caused her to turn her head, familiar footsteps that she had not been expecting. Rising slowly she stood to greet him.
She walked to her dresser and removing her long grey robe, revealing the most intricately embroidered pale green gown beneath. It's long slender sleeves hung in triangular points below her wrists, while the scooped neck revealed her perfect shoulders and ivory skin. The cinched waist of the dress looked stunning covering her slight frame. Her figure had not exactly come back to its normal glory after Ivaylo, it was still very early but she had instead lost almost too much weight. Giving her body a more angular defined look, an almost haughty appearance as if the skin were stretched over its bones. She still looked spectacular but now it required work on her part. This of course did not bother her, she had given birth to three glorious pureblood children and was possibly the most pride filled mother on the planet. It did not phase her that they had different fathers or that she had never married any of them, her heart was completely and utterly Arnosts and that to her was more than enough. Earlier that day she had gone to the new family solicitor, one who seemed a lot better than the oaf she had to kill off the year before. She had made a new will, again as if by some prophetic notion she was insistent that her affairs were all in order. Her children got everything of course in the event of her demise or incarceration. She was after all a DE and since the murder of Scott Anderson, she was well aware how the aurors must be banding together baying for blood. Goia and Nastasia were of course the legal guardians and trustees of her beloved children and their fortune but their fathers in one stipulation had been given the chance to claim their own child for himself if necessary. Thorine hoped that if anything happened to her that this would not be the case, that all three children would and could grow up together but somehow she knew that Asparuh for one would not leave his precious pureblood son in the hands of a house elf and a squib for rearing.
Removing her makeup and brushing out her long blonde hair, she sighed having now had enough of practical thoughts. Beside her lay another copy of the prophet and she smiled sardonically at the cover. So Nicolas King had been called upon to be chief auror. She really would have loved to have taken him out instead of the other fool. It had been much too easy, even in her condition. Footsteps on the stairs caused her to turn her head, familiar footsteps that she had not been expecting. Rising slowly she stood to greet him.