Cara crossed her legs, perching them on her desk as she chewed on her pencil. It had crossed her mind before, yes. As her own title loomed closer and closer with each day, she would need an heir herself. Someone to be a boss when she was gone. She herself hadn't had much of a material figure when she was growing up. She lived and breathed her father's business after he had embued her stone. But maybe she could be different from him. She could be the mother that she had always wanted and the leader that she knew she would be. The imp smiled as she pushed off from the desk, letting the chair spin as she contemplated.
Love was in the air with the Jubilee in full swing, so maybe she could find someone to imbue with her. She was perfectly content with this kind of business arrangement. It would be interesting to say the least.
