⠀
"𝔱𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 you go," she told it softly, as though
the squirrel could understand. "Stay
where you belong this time—and mind your step."
⠀Only once the tiny creature vanished
did she look down to Jaime, a faint smile
playing at her lips. "All settled."
⠀
⠀
⠀"𝔱𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 you," she murmured, though the
words carried a faint huff of indignation,
as if she felt compelled to defend her
own honour even while cradled in his
arms. "I can usually manage these things
perfectly well myself—but this gown is…
hell."
⠀
⠀ “ you're serious﹒ ” ... brow arches﹐ slow / deliberate﹐ and a breath he lets out﹐ almost laughs﹐ were he not so bewildered﹒ he shouldn't humour her﹔ seven knew him in enough a mood dour﹐ for long had been his shift ⇲
⠀
𝔱𝗁𝖾 last word slipped out like a secret, a
quiet confession between conspirators,
though her chin remained tilted as if she
hadn't said anything scandalous at all.
⠀She made quick work of it, gentle as
she eased the trembling creature back
into the safety of its nest.
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