I would fall from grace just to touch your face
There is a difference between being called on as a Madame and being called on a Queen. She still gets plenty of visitors, but they're all for different things. It is still a surprise, though. Each time someone walks through her door she's unsure of whether it'll be for business or pleasure. The sight of Noah Olsen, given their last encounter, is even more of a surprise. Her dark brow arched, surprise shining in the jade of her irises as she stood, a soft smile curling on her lips. "Noah. I wasn't expecting you." She hummed in greeting, moving around her desk to meet him, drawing him into a quick hug and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
Linger for only the span of a breath before drawing back, Maeve motioned to the sitting area, "Please, have a seat. What brings you by?" The Nightshade asked, grabbing the tea tray she kept prepared for such occasions, retrieving the fresh pot she just had brought in. Maeve poured them both a cup, fixing hers with cream and a bit of honey before relaxing across from him.
Linger for only the span of a breath before drawing back, Maeve motioned to the sitting area, "Please, have a seat. What brings you by?" The Nightshade asked, grabbing the tea tray she kept prepared for such occasions, retrieving the fresh pot she just had brought in. Maeve poured them both a cup, fixing hers with cream and a bit of honey before relaxing across from him.
Maeve
