𝓚𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝓐𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑
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𝓪 king has his doors opened for him ⸝ after all . 𝓽he smell once again excites percival ⸝ tail unable to stop such eager sways as wafts of fresh bakes hit her nose . ᅠ

𝓼he feels it wrong ⸝ yet her heart says it's so right . a devotion to the man peeling her fabrics off with such possessiveness . . " my king .. my liege . " 𝔀ords she's spoken many times but now are different ⸝ ragged and sweaty .. more ladylike . ᅠ

𝓼niff .. sniff .ᐟ 𝓸h dear ⸝ a fragrance so divine that the tail starts to wag . percival is not one to hide her joys for breakfast pastries ⸝ truthfully . her body has quite the reaction . ᅠ

ᅠ 𝓱is presence pressures the barely suited knight to hesitate ⸝ with him trying to bridge the distance as she thinks such vulgarities .. the head can spin if she chooses to panic any longer . 𝓼o close ⸝ so tender . . she wouldn't oppose the idea of .. leisure . ᅠ

𝓶etals clank together as she paces closely behind him ⸝ eyes often wander out of instinct defensively should a rogue try ambushing them . ᅠ

they brew her own bold ideas .. like that of the king indulging a distraction like her . ᅠ

𝓮xcitement is masked rather quickly ⸝ properly nodding her head and retaining her straightened posture . ᅠ

ᅠ 𝓭aring to spout such bold words of her appearance ⸝ truly that is just like him .. she might believe he thinks her not as his knight when speaking such a way . 𝓫ut she knows better ⸝ he knows that fact and continues to say it so anyway . what a troubling king . . ♡ ᅠ

ᅠ 𝓫y all means ⸝ knights are meant to be observed — so the civilians to know they are protected ⸝ and to strive for devotion that they display for the king . 𝓫ut ⸝ alas ⸝ moments like these only belong to the rarest of eyes . an exclusivity reserved to the royalty . ᅠ

𝓪 small stumble ⸝ adjusting at the helm as if she weren't already masking her gaze from him .. t'was embarrassing to admit his compliments fluster her greatly . " yes .. i am grateful to your words ⸝ great king . i shan't disregard my efforts value again .ᐟ " ᅠ

