08-20-2018, 12:36 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The woman was used to taking orders. If one who was higher than her with regards to rank told her to do something it was most likely that she would do it without hesitation. She grew up that way and it was ingrained in her since she was a kit. Even now as she hard the words her body was tensing up as if ready to stand at attention and receive the necessary orders. The domestic feline slowly forced herself to rise from where she had been laying, pale blue toned body shifting and rolling her shoulders she would make her way out of her room. A part of her wondered if Kunta would like to share a room with her and the idea along made her feel slightly embarrassed. Her room was still a large mess and she had yet to actively go through it and try to clean it up. Regardless she attempted to calm herself and think of what job she was about to be given. Doing something was better than worrying all day that was for sure. So entering the throne room she had a leveled head and she cleared her throat before speaking in turn. "I'm here to receive orders, sir." Like a welled oiled machine she settled down and waited for Prestige's words.