Fighting Fate
She nodded, "you love him don't you?"
The skinner troll let out another huff and began putting away the hairbrushes and products.
"Of course she loves him, Dixie, He's her mate."
But as she said it she looked up a little, she was clearly more interested in the conversation then she was letting on.
"We aren't together," I said, looking away from the mirror.
Dixie let put a puffy gasp, "But why miss? You're going to be the Royal couple! You're mates! And he ain't half good looking!"