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imperious chin tilts yet higher, lips suggesting the barest hint of a smile. for once it is he caught in her web, he the mouse trapped between her paws. honey - gold head tips ever so slightly to one side, brazenly surveying him where he sits, holding him in judgment. a few steps are daringly taken into the chamber — a chamber she should certainly not be in, considering the risk to her reputation. "i've come to determine your intent," a pause, a dip at the knees in an almost - curtsy. "my prince."

i saw how you looked at me in the throne room. and how often.

he sits,  she stands.   𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 between them cannot assuage a cloying sense of being cornered.   𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 of sinew,  every inch of skin,  𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑.   only ocean-dark wine still dances in a goblet once lolling like a drunkard’s head,  around and around...   𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 to his chambers like it owns them,  and if he moves,  she’ll get him.   the thought is enough to 𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 with.   he blinks.      ❛❛  so?  ❜❜      lowers his cup.      ❛❛  you’ve come to defend 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎?  ❜❜