x | ridderlighet
Pale and slender fingers card through dark hair absent mindedly as poetry spills from her lips. Her low, steady voice makes the scene altogether more soothing and, even to a bystander, romantic in a most abstract sense; the fair maiden and the Prince. She stops only to turn the page and quickly returns again, chuckling a little when she hears a contented noise leave his lips.
“Is everything alright?” Her voice is lighthearted and teasing, though as mellow as before, not wanting to lose the lazy, steady atmosphere that surrounds them. Her fingers pause for a moment, hovering above the tips of his hair, lightly tickling the tips of her digits, eyes flickering from his dazed smile to the green in his eyes, her own smile softening almost unconsciously.
