ZARIAH
Zariah’s own lips curved into a smile when his did, finally feeling as though she was seeing the person she had once known shine through, if but for a moment. His statement about her attire though made her laugh, a short, huff of a laugh. ”Let the people think what they wish. Only one man’s ever been successful in getting me to bed without getting burned.” she said in a near purr, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. Of course, that man had been him, though he did not remember.
”Anywhere.” she said to his question, stepping up alongside him. ”I would like that very much. I couldn’t glean anything really from your guards. Terribly stiff lipped – quite a trustworthy group you’ve formed.” she said with a small smile following wherever it was he led, hazel eyes taking in everything as she did so.
”Anywhere.” she said to his question, stepping up alongside him. ”I would like that very much. I couldn’t glean anything really from your guards. Terribly stiff lipped – quite a trustworthy group you’ve formed.” she said with a small smile following wherever it was he led, hazel eyes taking in everything as she did so.
heavy is the crown
but never for a queen
but never for a queen
