Maeve
Maeve might have been inclined to agree. If it wasn't for the fact that Harper had been in her life before she found her faith in Safrin. Just as much as Maeve had been a constant in his life, he'd been a constant in hers. She still remembers the first time they met after she started working at the Halenani. "If there's anyone you can trust around here, Maeve, it's Harper." It was her first night on the floor as a working girl and she'd been nervous. Scared even. Unsure if the treatment she received here would be just as bad as the last brothel she was employed at, but Harper had remained close for the evening. Nothing had happened to her and no one dared to lay a hand on her that wasn't wanted.
Of course there were all the little moments in between. The late nights, long talks, tears, heartaches, and triumphs. It's true that Safrin had brought them together once she appointed her queen, but Harper had always been there. Always.
She's not even sure when she set down the tea. When her hands suddenly became empty enough to slide down his arm to take the tea from his own hands, placing it on the nearby table without having to draw back from him. His breath washes over her, the sweetness of the tea lingering, warming her cheeks to an enticing shade of pink. It's a subtle shift, nose brushing alongside his, fingers curling at the nape of his neck as they push into the slightly too long locks, lashes fluttering closed at his words. "Always. Nothing will ever change that, Harper." Comes her murmured reply, promise woven into each word as she shares each of his breaths.
Of course there were all the little moments in between. The late nights, long talks, tears, heartaches, and triumphs. It's true that Safrin had brought them together once she appointed her queen, but Harper had always been there. Always.
She's not even sure when she set down the tea. When her hands suddenly became empty enough to slide down his arm to take the tea from his own hands, placing it on the nearby table without having to draw back from him. His breath washes over her, the sweetness of the tea lingering, warming her cheeks to an enticing shade of pink. It's a subtle shift, nose brushing alongside his, fingers curling at the nape of his neck as they push into the slightly too long locks, lashes fluttering closed at his words. "Always. Nothing will ever change that, Harper." Comes her murmured reply, promise woven into each word as she shares each of his breaths.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
