𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐦

"Lord Arthur? What a title." She extends her hand and gives him a firm handshake. One that would impress a Titan.

How the fuck do I tell a girl that I like her

stood from the couch with a sigh, and her gaze averted. “I should have read the warnings first.”

“Just most of it.” Despite all the petulant, dejected pouting she was doing, Aredhel remained leaned against the other Iron Lord’s arm.

And at that Aredhel rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the movie. “You could have gotten that same sentiment across without sounding so boring about it.”

The smirk on her lips was immediately replaced by a pout. While the movie began to play, her gaze remained fixed up at Arthur. “You know, most people would have jumped at the opportunity.”

“Ah, so you’re saying you don’t want me to change into a tank top, or less.” Her tone could not have been any more playful. Following her words, she looked up at Arthur to gauge his reaction.

“Make a fool of you? No, no.” Finally a film caught her eye. It was something new, and the reviews looked fairly decent. She selected it and set the remote aside. “More I’m just curious about how you’d react.”