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Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.
*+:｡.｡ Anduin had met Lucille a couple of times before during his time in Kultiras. It was briefly put, but he knew who she was. As the king, hoping to bring in a new people into his care, he wanted to get to know everyone the best that he could, and she was no different.
What he had not anticipated, however, was just how close she’d gotten to him during the New Year celebration in Ironforge. He’d invited them all there, of course. It was incredibly important to be inclusive of everyone, and he made it a point himself to show up. He couldn’t be sure if it was just the moment of the new year, the fact that he was, in fact, quite alone for the celebration, or if she’d had a touch of alcohol but if he had to make a guess, he would bargain on the third option.
Her lips were soft against his, and his eyes had immediately gone wide. He was unsure how to respond. Pushing her away would have been rude, and it was a time for new things, of course. But he did have a kingdom that looked up to him, that he had to think about in the forefront of his mind at all times. He responded to the kiss for a moment—he was young, and lonely, and it really couldn’t be helped—before he pulled back from her.“Miss Waycrest, I—Um. I’m very flattered that you, er…thank you.”
Not quite what he’d intended to get across, but it worked all the same. ｡.｡:+
