“I am inclined to disagree.” He smirks, staring down at her leg wrapped around his waist. And your intentions have been only honorable.” “All you have done for your people, for me…” she begins, “All that matters in this brutal world is your intentions, Prince. When she releases him, her words settle into the marrow of his bones. The kiss feeding the air into his lungs is light and touches the darkest parts of him, dispelling every negative emotion clouding his mind. Gently and playfully, she tugs on his beard to bring his lips down to hers. He stares up to the ceiling where the reflection of the flames dance over broken beams. Her gentle, slim fingers stroke the fine lines of his jaw, curling around his beard, and up to brush over the soft of his lips. He whispers into her hair, “I don’t deserve you.” The guilt strains his throat as the words come out husky.
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