I would fall from grace just to touch your face
She is a queen, but she's also the Queen. What a difference one word makes. Even before she earned that title, the Nightshade got what she wanted without much effort, barely needing to lift a finger to accomplish such things. Danta knew how that worked even if he didn't realize what exactly she meant.
Momentarily distracted by the rainbows refracting through his horns, Maeve finds herself barely hearing his words, but she pulls her attention back to him. A playful smile on her lips as she meets his gaze from beneath her lashes, knowing she's playing with fire and backing down from stoking the flames so boldly, "What a good question..." She hums, letting her head rest lightly against his shoulder.
"Danta darling, where exactly did you run into the young buck on the poster again?" Maeve asks sweetly, fingers trailing up his thigh towards the edge of his coat, playing with the fringe there as she pouts up at him.
Momentarily distracted by the rainbows refracting through his horns, Maeve finds herself barely hearing his words, but she pulls her attention back to him. A playful smile on her lips as she meets his gaze from beneath her lashes, knowing she's playing with fire and backing down from stoking the flames so boldly, "What a good question..." She hums, letting her head rest lightly against his shoulder.
"Danta darling, where exactly did you run into the young buck on the poster again?" Maeve asks sweetly, fingers trailing up his thigh towards the edge of his coat, playing with the fringe there as she pouts up at him.
Maeve
