If it pleases you, I will kneel by your side. If it pleases you, I will make you the same tea, at the same temperature, at the same time, every morning. If it pleases you, I will devote myself to you entirely. If it pleases you, I will be yours.
perhaps. “It’s not the word I’d use. See, my husband has a proclivity to get 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 if I get too creative. What does your majesty think I should do with him?”
“A calamitous destiny would befall us, no doubt,” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth betraying the ghost of a smile. “But this subject insists. I fear I might not live to see the sun rise if your majesty doesn’t spare me a moment of his attention.”
He’s weak. Or perhaps too »
Only one person aside from himself would know his own body so well, who else if not his better half? And yet with a face as brazen as his does he play dumb.
“What would happen if I didn’t finish this edict by tomorrow morning?”
indulgent, undoubtedly greedy. Spoiled, Shen Yi would say. The lack of a firm refusal emboldens him, so he does kiss him then. Reverent rather than teasing.
“Terrorizing.” There’s not an ounce of guilt in his amusement, but something twists deep in his stomach. Anticipation »
@omnipcritus And just now does he notice how the conversation has become a soliloquy. Frowning, he waves a hand in front of his, apparently, unwilling audience.
“Are you listening?”
At sixteen, you still think you can escape from your father. You aren’t listening to his voice speaking through your mouth, you don’t see how your gestures already mirror his, you don’t hear his whispers in your blood.