“Silver tongue. Golden fingers. You know.” She grinned, twisting his hair at the end and framing her palms on the sides of his neck before sliding them to rest on his shoulders. The green of his eyes lit up his face and for a moment she felt certain she could see into his head the way he could.
“...You asked His Majesty for his blessing, didn’t you.”
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Date: 2019-06-21 05:06 am (UTC)“...You asked His Majesty for his blessing, didn’t you.”