my, he had grown. lithe fingers run down her skirts. she’s never been one to be all too heavily aware of appearance. even though morgana knows what a gentle look can do to a man, it normally ensured that she got what she wanted. even if it made her feel somewhat disgusted ; a woman’s worth to many was only based on how she looked. but then there was the odd man who would delve deeper. who would ask of their day, of their opinion on important matters. the stark men were of that nature. which was why she wrote them often. which was why they were there for her birthday. she sneaks up behind him, palms moving to cover cerulean hues. ❝ i’ll set you free if you can guess who it is. ❞ // @diedking
