𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘.

"So tell me, are you as broody and mysterious as you look?"

❝ perhaps i am, i am not one to really tell all my secrets upon first meeting. ❞

" my apologies , your highness . i was too captivated by the sight of all these dates that i did not see you . "

❝ apologies unnecessary, ❞ he tells her honestly. ❝ surely you yourself would be apart of the many dates occurring ? ❞ he offers the young girl a smile.

" must they truly grow up ? i feel as though , it was only yesterday that i was watching her as a babe and yet , here she is now . a grown woman about to live her own life as whoever she wishes to be . apologies , your highness . i am certain you did not wish to hear a mother's wistfulness , "

❝ it is actually rather refreshing, to hear a mother speak of their children in such a way. ❞ after all, he'd had is fair share of mama's pushing their daughters in his direction. ❝ in my time here you are the first that i've heard talk of their daughter in a way that isn't meant to entice anyone to marry them. ❞ he chuckles.

"now while i personally can not wait to go home and relax a little how has the day faired for yourself? get into anything interesting?"

❝ it does seem my attentions have been elsewhere, if afraid my day has been rather lackluster. and of yours, have you faired well today ? ❞

if sebastian knew what she was about to do , he would have marched his way into this room and dragged her out kicking and screaming . but who was she to deny the request of a king ? a wicked gleamed danced in her darkened hues as she reached forwarded , " i have one idea where i would like to use my mouth , " odette purred , accent thick as she pressed soft kisses along the side of his neck . " i do need your breeches off , your highness . "

"you seem awfully quiet these days."

❝ and you seem to have found yourself a bride. ❞ he wasn't only quiet, pensive maybe, and he wasn't jealous, just like him, stating facts.

she felt nervous , considering the possibility of something more. It had never been a possibility, and she did not intend to get her hopes up.  ❝ Perhaps so , time will soon tell. ❞ She smiled softly, hand moving to cradle his for a moment before letting go.  ❝ Marriage does not need to be doom and gloom, besides, some marry for convenience alone. ❞

❝ perhaps indeed. ❞ he muses with her, watching as her had leaves his before his own arms are folding across his chest. ❝ i know that, but some marry for money alone, others for lack of anything better, i have priorities, it does become a bit gloomy when you think of it. ❞ he doesn't mean it to sound bitter, in fact, it's more so just a fact, he marriage could risk the well being of his people, he needed to be sure that the woman he chooses is right.

     “I am no fool to that.” She responded, sighing as she shook her head. Their previous romances had been short lived, in the heat of the sun, often with poor judgement. However, now that they are both in London, her mind is somewhat troubled by their past. “I do hope London is treating you well.” She attempted to change the subject, sighing softly to herself.

nathaniel hand never been a man for consistence, hence why their relationship was good, for what it was, physical. but now they were in closer proximity for longer periods of time, he actually found himself at a loss for something. ❝ perhaps we are to spend more time together now that we have the chance. ❞ perhaps it's a bad idea, but he's yet to know. ❝ london is just fine, not what i'd prefer but the season calls for marriage and it's coming to that time. ❞

the promise of something dangerous and wicked had the prussian princess backed up against the wall , a soft smirk on her lips . " what do i want ? " her tone was teasing as emerald green hues gazed wickedly up at the king , " since you asked so nicely , i want you on your knees and your mouth on me . "

the laugh is deep and in the back of his throat, but without question, his knees hit the floor as his hands pull her hips forward. ❝ it's not often you get a king on his knees. ❞ he murmurs, blue eyes peering up at the princess. ❝ show me where. ❞

a smirk graced odette's lips as the foreign king brought her closer to him by her hips , " and what else should i expect from you , votre altesse ? " her accent thick as an almost dangerous gleam danced in her ocean blue hues . " what do you want me to do to you ? " she trailed her fingers up both of his arms teasingly .

his fingers tap a unknown rhythm against the swell of her hips, his brow raised and head tilted at her question, enough to be intrigued by the french woman. he takes a step back until his legs his the ledge of the desk behind him. ❝ how about using that mouth for something other than talking. ❞