He does not plan to follow
the little birds bidding, and
yet his hand slowly drops,
{ so easy to beat her from where it is positioned now, but his fingers curl }
lashes fluttering in offense.❝I choose who I touch.❞
❝And I decide who requires to be touched by me.❞
Her eyes shown as daggers as they seeped into his own. The auburn could easily pull of innocence along with the defiance that she had raised. However, she decided to be bold instead.
"I am to be your queen, my dear king.“
"Perhaps such gracious affection should await our wedding bed.”
