he plucks an apple from her hand – expression mildly disapproving with the hint of a grin currently being masked. ❝ when i proposed we run off together and you allowed the word infamy to slip off your tongue – ❞ as he speaks, he closes the distance between them, using the shoulder of her dress to gently rub the apple against, all before bring the fruit to his lips and take the first bite. it is loud and obnoxious – and manners are all but forgotten as he speaks through a mouthful. ❝ i never imagined you would stoop so low as to steal apples from a stand. ❞ it may be true that he hadn't warned her of how things would likely work around here in essos. people trade goods and any foreigner could have easily mistaken an unattended stand as free for the taking. ❝ we've yet to establish roots here and already you're wanted as a thief. what am i to do with you, i wonder? shall i turn you in? be free of you? ❞ but even as he spoke, he could no longer hide his smile. there's a playfulness within his eyes, accompanying the grin as he offers the apple. ❝ i propose we try again. we'll head inland, find a profittable city and … we'll make a home. be happy. ❞ or at the veryleast, hope to be.
@valyrianvows , forbbiden romance au.











