flora
Flora practically preens at Sohalia’s horrified whisper, delighting in her friend’s discomfort the way only a best friend truly could. She has absolutely no intention of letting this go, especially when the man in question—Ace, apparently—looks exactly like the kind of trouble Sohalia had no business getting tangled up with. She tucks her legs beneath her chair, elbow propped lazily against the edge of the table as she sips her tea, watching with a catlike smirk as Ace moves through the crowd like he belongs there.
At his exaggerated flattery of Sohalia, Flora titters, utterly delighted, because yes, the Luminary deserved to have it laid on thick. The queen shoots Soh a sidelong look, her smirk widening as she nudges their knees together beneath the table. "You hear that, babe?" she purrs, eyes alight with amusement. "Your beauty made him forget his manners." She bats her lashes, clearly having the time of her life, and sips her tea again as if utterly unbothered by the entire interaction.
But then Ace turns to her, and Flora shifts ever so slightly in her chair, her amusement dimming—not entirely, but enough that the sharpness behind her eyes becomes obvious.
Ace.
She knows that name. And not just because he’s apparently been defiling her best friend in public places.
You couldn’t be queen of Torchline without picking up a thing or two about the city’s less-than-legal dealings. And you certainly couldn’t be dating its most infamous smuggler without getting a feel for who ran what.
Flora's smirk lingers, but there's something a little too knowing behind it now as she turns in her seat, propping one elbow against the table as she gives him a once-over, gaze sweeping deliberately from his leather jacket to his charming little grin. One perfectly arched brow lifts, her expression all but purring with amusement as she reaches out to shake his hand, letting her rings glint in the sunlight. "Ace," she echoes, voice as smooth as silk, as if tasting the name on her tongue. "Of course it is."
At his exaggerated flattery of Sohalia, Flora titters, utterly delighted, because yes, the Luminary deserved to have it laid on thick. The queen shoots Soh a sidelong look, her smirk widening as she nudges their knees together beneath the table. "You hear that, babe?" she purrs, eyes alight with amusement. "Your beauty made him forget his manners." She bats her lashes, clearly having the time of her life, and sips her tea again as if utterly unbothered by the entire interaction.
But then Ace turns to her, and Flora shifts ever so slightly in her chair, her amusement dimming—not entirely, but enough that the sharpness behind her eyes becomes obvious.
Ace.
She knows that name. And not just because he’s apparently been defiling her best friend in public places.
You couldn’t be queen of Torchline without picking up a thing or two about the city’s less-than-legal dealings. And you certainly couldn’t be dating its most infamous smuggler without getting a feel for who ran what.
Flora's smirk lingers, but there's something a little too knowing behind it now as she turns in her seat, propping one elbow against the table as she gives him a once-over, gaze sweeping deliberately from his leather jacket to his charming little grin. One perfectly arched brow lifts, her expression all but purring with amusement as she reaches out to shake his hand, letting her rings glint in the sunlight. "Ace," she echoes, voice as smooth as silk, as if tasting the name on her tongue. "Of course it is."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
