it seemed she’d let herself grow drowsy and traipse up the wrong staircase— but that was fine, really, because by some stroke of luck she’d come across a friend.
a smile, oddly sheepish, quirked her lips up at the corners as he spoke.
"your room? … oh, no. i went up the wrong side, didn’t i.”
she sits up; slow and deliberate.
"it’s a little dark out… would you be willing to walk me back to my own room? i mean, unless you don’t mind a bedwarmer.”
he doesn't bother to tell her she should be more careful. with the inch of tiredness tugging at her features, and her near-bashful smile, he decides it's unnecessary. besides, he likes the way she's acting now—not as prim and proper—maybe a bit more relaxed. did the night do that to her?
plus, she could take care of herself—she was the power for a reason, no matter how many times she batted her pretty eyes to fool people otherwise.
but her question pulls a tiny noise escape him, jogging him from his thoughts and he isn't sure whether it's a scoff or a snort. but either way, he stares at her for a few moments, eyebrows raised slightly in mild surprise.
"lady meninas... 'bedwarmer' is an awful term—" it truly is, and it makes him grimace at just saying it. just the thought of what was implied under the notion had him near to pink. it was inexcusable how he reacted to some of the things she said, but—
"i will walk you to your room." forget that she could take care of herself. a lady shouldn't ever walk by herself, whether or not she was a tease that would most definitely be fine on her own.
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