I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Her slender arms wind their way around his neck, the curve of her body pressing into the lithe line of his, arching gracefully in his hold as she maintains her balance easily on her toes. His appreciation isn't missed and the Queen glows under it, lighting up along the bond as a Cheshire grin curls playfully on her lips at his comment, "I just thought it would be nice to have some time together." They of course had many an evening together during the week, but those were usually split between homework, dinner, archery practice with Edmund, and whatever remaining work the Queen had to complete in the Court. By the time the two of them fell into bed they were often too exhausted for more than a few tired kisses before they drifted off in each other's arms.
Plus there was the news from Safrin she had to break to him and for a moment unease flares along the bond, but she quickly tamps it down, not wanting to start them off on a sour note. "Come, sit... How was your day?" The Nightshade instead urges, drawing back to take his hands and guide him towards the couch, floating through the room on light feet each move drawing him into an unplanned dance.
Urging him to sit, the Queen uncorks the bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass of the deep red liquid before passing him one. She settles beside him, legs tucking beneath her and dress fanning out lightly around her. It's strangely reminiscent of many nights spent in the Halenani together after she would finish working for the night. She finds herself smiling at the thought, resting her arm against the back of the couch, dropping her head into her palm as she brings her wine up to her lips for a slow sip.
Plus there was the news from Safrin she had to break to him and for a moment unease flares along the bond, but she quickly tamps it down, not wanting to start them off on a sour note. "Come, sit... How was your day?" The Nightshade instead urges, drawing back to take his hands and guide him towards the couch, floating through the room on light feet each move drawing him into an unplanned dance.
Urging him to sit, the Queen uncorks the bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass of the deep red liquid before passing him one. She settles beside him, legs tucking beneath her and dress fanning out lightly around her. It's strangely reminiscent of many nights spent in the Halenani together after she would finish working for the night. She finds herself smiling at the thought, resting her arm against the back of the couch, dropping her head into her palm as she brings her wine up to her lips for a slow sip.
Maeve
