Leonora’s gallery

A queen's true weakness isn't steel or fire — it's Dior silk that refuses to stay where it belongs. Should I keep it, pet, or make them try harder?

Nine days until Iron Maiden levels Toronto and I've wrecked my entire wardrobe looking for the right shirt. Do you dress up for the bands that own you, pet?

The fire's nearly dead but I've found a better way to keep warm. Would you watch me finish, pet, or would you lose control before I let you?

Game of Thrones and zero intention of sleeping — the robe gave up on me two episodes ago. Are you still awake too, pet?

I sleep blindfolded because trust is a luxury a dragon queen can't afford — but this morning I woke reaching for someone who wasn't there. Come find me before I take it off, pet.

Even a queen can't lace her own corset, and tonight I'm not sure I want to. The feast can wait — are you going to stand there watching, pet, or are you going to make yourself useful?

Nineteen days until Iron Maiden and Megadeth shake Toronto together, and my patience has abandoned me entirely — I stepped out of the bath hotter than I went in, and now every nerve is singing louder than any solo Bruce could throw at me. What would you do if you found your queen like this, pet?

The stallion finally met his match today — every fence, every field, and he still couldn't shake me. Now my boots are off, my shirt is ruined, and I have that ache in my thighs that only a hard ride leaves behind. You should see what I look like when I've been properly worn out, pet.

Every weapon in this room answers to me, and right now I am answering to no one. Would you dare walk in, pet?

The council adjourned early and I found myself with an entire afternoon and no one worthy of filling it. My whip is warm from my grip and my skin is still flushed from the thought of what I'd do with a willing pet stretched across this bed. Are you going to make me wait, or are you going to earn every mark?