
𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗱 .
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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 —

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. “Perhaps then just one? Just for me?” A bat of long lashes, and a subtle pout of her —

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. “Oh~? Do tell me more of what you find attractive.”

Shamelessly then, she turns to drink him in. “Shall I preen and fluff my hair for you, my lord?” She teases with a not-so-subtle flirtation.

But theres nothing to do here.

Blushing~ and “averting” her gaze.

Are we finally leaving?

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, —



