The lion The beast The beat

Clarke is the princess and she has the highest knight in her father's court warming her bed.

It all started one night while she was checking on her horse one in the stables. She had known of the knight for awhile before then and they had always had a friendly banter but it quickly turned into flirty the moment they were alone. Bellamy had made love to her that very first night also.

The nights she spent with Bellamy had been the steamiest and best of her life this far. But for how much longer could they keep their affair a secret? They were sneaking around at least once a week to see one enough either with their clothes on or off. It depended on how much time they had and how bad they wanted each other.

Send 🍻 to get drunk with my muse. || closed.

“Chestnuts roastin’ on a open fireeee,”

even inebriated, camille’s voice retained its soulful rasp, and she still held mastery over her tone and vibrato. it was the only and last of what remained of her control this far along in their drinking. she and amelia were well past a two bottles in, and camille had yet to find sense enough to bring the bottle to where they sat rather than to continue fetching their glasses in wavering-footed runs to-and-fro.

“jack frost nippin atcho nooose...” she paused, holding out a glass to amelia in her pause, before crooning further, “a beautiful siiiight, we laughin’ toniiiight... walkin’ in a winta wonda laaaaand--guh take dis damn drank my finga’s gettin’ cold.”