Feral Fae

"Wayne!" Islinda was startled at seeing the cat. No, if there was anyone she had expected coming to her rescue, the Wrry cat was the least of it all. 

Hearing his name, the cat trotted over to her, his tail held high in defiance as if giving Aldric the middle finger. Aldric, who was still on the floor howling in pain. It hit Islinda at that moment that the eye must be a sensitive spot for the Fae just like the spot between the legs where the sun never shines. Except that was general knowledge and Aldric would never let her come close enough to let her hit him there. 

Islinda picked the cat up and pressed him to her side, delighted to see him. Prince Wayne purred and rubbed himself against her breast, its little eyes closed as it relished the heavenly sensation. So soft. Except this was not the time nor place for such a joyful reunion. Aldric would be up soon and Islinda dreaded what he would do to her cat.