Bab 534: I'm not getting concubines, I'm collecting husbands

Isabelle yawned and stretched as she awoke.

And.

Sneezed.

Dammit.

She still wasn't fully healthy.

She'd really hoped dozing off and sleeping through another day like that would have been just the recharge she'd needed to kick the damn thing, but no. Still sick.

It was just a cold, at least but-!

Ngh.

Annoying!

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead."

Phoenix was perched on the foot of her bed, holding her kitten in his arms. Snowball was a bundle of purrs, snuggling and kneading in the noble's shirt, his eyes closed and his mouth open. He was in a state of utter, absolute, pure bliss, his whiskers and tail twitching in happiness.

The picture was cute. Very cute. Snowball's white, fluffy fur and big blue eyes made him the cutest little creature ever to live, and his joy and contentment were contagious. If Snowball was happy...

Well, she wasn't happy if she was sick.