Trixie felt like she might go insane. She couldn't think of the last time she had interacted with her family, let alone had the chance to spend quality time with them. The only one she saw on a semi-regular basis was Emerick, and she wasn't sure she counted that. Most nights both were so exhausted they barely had the energy to say goodnight to each other before they passed out. Some mornings Emerick would wake her to a pleasant sex session to try and make up for it, but it made it all the harder for the pair to get out of bed in the long run.
"Lady Trixie, are you paying attention?" The grating bark of the chief of castle laundry, or whatever she called herself, brought Trixie back to the present. That's right, she was receiving complaints about the conduct of her family.
"Yes," Trixie lied through a sigh. "Please, go on."
