Turn of Events
"Ughh…"
Aurelia clutched her head as she woke up, her head throbbing as she tried to make herself comfortable. Looking down on her body, she was glad that she was still as clothed as the night she wore her dress. Even with Calypso sleeping beside her, nothing much had happened.
Well, beyond the stinging sensation now emanating from her right shoulder.
'Huh… I guess that really happened…'
She shrugged as she looked at the mark Calypso left on her. She could vaguely recall the night before, but she at least managed to remember asking for him to mark her. It wasn't much, but she could tell that her drunken self had been feeling rather defiant when it happened. It was almost like she didn't like being told what to do… Not by her parents, not by her brother…
And most certainly not by Calypso himself.