Dec 12, 2018
cherryreid liked to hear the king speak:
Lips would curve into a grin upon noticing a certain red in sight -- a mere twitch of his whiskers indicating the demeanor she effortlessly seemed to carry herself with. A crimson set of hair, beaming red eyes coming to display the fire burning within--hm, a fitting appearance given her nature. He couldn’t help but to cock his head slightly at this marvelous, new oddity.
“Red hair, red eyes---and a fire igniting in you from the way you carry yourself. Women like you are a pleasure for me to come across at my age. Care to be my damsel in distress, cherry?”
