Never far, Dante could be found seated at the water’s edge, his tail tucked neatly around his paws as he stared into its clear depths. He hadn’t lived in many places that offered him so many chances to see himself, and not that he particularly enjoyed it. In fact, he couldn’t stop the look of disgust that seemed hell-bent on twisting his features.

This is what people saw? Something so… unoriginal. Uninspired. So painfully basic. And not even whole.

The ear missing part of its tip flicked in quiet irritation. What did it matter what he thought? As long as those around him… did Apple see him the same way?

The thought halted him mid-spiral. The disgust slipped away, replaced by something heavier, sorrow. Did she see what he saw? Had the night they shared meant so little? Just a moment of convenience… a chance for her to find release?

The idea cut deeper than he expected.

Apple owed him nothing. She was the Queen. He was little more than a peasant in the presence of something far greater. Why shouldn’t she use him as she saw fit? Perhaps that was all he was good for, a quick fuck, a bit of protection, and another mouth to help with the hunt.