no attempt to disguise .
His head inclined ever so slightly, a gesture of perfect respect that somehow only sharpened the intimacy between them , his lips now hovered near her own soft ones .
โ My only ask is for something that would have me executed . โ
แ แ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ A faint smile found the corner of his mouth, restrained yet unmistakably pleased, while the fragrance of cedar, myrrh, and bergamot clung subtly to him in the narrow space between them.
His eyes never left hers >>
His approach only quickened her heartbeat, and she did little to stop the inhale of his scent. It was one she was growing rather fond of, seeking it out in emptied halls and meetings rooms for perhaps just a moment of time with him.
A demure smile came to her then, as โ
not even when hers wandered so deliberately to his lips. There was discipline in the way he held himself, yet the warmth in his gaze betrayed thoughts far less restrained .
โ What would I ask from a Queen ? โ
His eyes softened, studying her face with an admiration he made >>
the sort of beauty that compels even disciplined men to invent excuses merely to remain in your company . Where one would forget his honor for a night with the Queen .โ His smile deepened.
โ As it happens... I find myself searching for one already. โ
Her tone sent a shiver down her spine, a cooling stream that did little to settle her.
And then it was her taking another step, approaching him like she was stuck in his orbit. Inevitable.
โPerhaps then just one? Just for me?โ A bat of long lashes, and a subtle pout of her โ
tempered by the confidence of a man who knew precisely the effect he inspired.
He closed the distance by a measured half-step, enough for the fragrance of cedar, bergamot, and warm amber clinging to his person to envelop her without ever becoming overwhelming .
โ You possess >>
dangerous confidence.
โ Must I truly enumerate them all, my lady? โ The amusement in his gaze was warm, unabashed. โ I fear we would be here until the stars surrendered the sky . โ
แ แ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ The way her eyes wandered and hurried back again, the subtle bite of her lip that threatened whatever composure remained between them.
Stepping a fraction closer, he lowered his voice as though entrusting her with some >>
A slight blush, though she held his gaze. Although it tended to dip, whether it admired his muscles or imagined at his lips.
Only to find herself biting the plush rosy bottom of her own mouth. โOh~? Do tell me more of what you find attractive.โ
แ แ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ There's no reason for such ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ; she may see what she likes , and so will he .
word for what stands beside me, โ
he murmured, his voice warm with restrained fondness .
โ Suppose it's a dangerous game to find the Queen attractive .โ
His scent washed over her, and she could not prevent the flutter of her lashes as she admired it.
Collecting herself, she wraps her arm delicately through his. Carrying grace befitting her station, as silvery locks cascaded down her back, and she offered him a sweet, โ
recede behind the quiet cadence of their steps.
Ormund's smile was slow, touched by unmistakable admiration as his gaze lingered upon her profile. The afternoon breeze toyed with strands of silver hair, and the sunlight seemed almost eager to claim her as its own.
โ A poor >>