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she is painfully aware of his eyes upon her , their slow journey over a body dressed in a way sheâs not certain heâs seen her before . she has been in this court for longer than he has , has dressed in the finest of gowns and felt herself lost within them , invisible , and useless . but he is looking at her now in a way which makes her stomach leap , makes her avert the gaze she has always felt so comfortable sharing with viggo . â much work to be done . never ending in fact , i cannot remember the last time i slept properly . â rolling her eyes , she sips on her wine , gestures to a nearby cupbearer for another . she will need to be somewhat loosened up if she is to get through this night .Â
when viggo leans in close , the spy master swallows , her gaze once more raising to meet his . how many she has seen her old friend flirting with but has not much felt the warm ray of his attention , not felt her cheeks flush with the proximity ââ she blames it on the wine . â youâre an arse , â she mumbles , head shaking . secretly , she is pleased with herself , pleased to notice his eyes upon her dress , draped in black the colour of night , of the shadows she belongs to . with a sigh , danya nods , places her hand into his . â only if you promise to get absolutely blind drunk with me tonight . iâm entirely fed up of being so well behaved recently . â
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     He looked at her a little worried for a moment. She was always working, always being the eyes and ears of the King. âYou have other people working for you, right? Make them work and you take some time off for a change, alright?â he brushed the back of his fingers against her arm, his worried expression still present, but it faded soon after. Viggo hated himself for having such a hard time focusing on anything else, but her. He watched Danya as she finished her drink, his eyes taking her in. Fuck. He looked away.
     A small laugh left his lips. âThat is a complete lie,â he shook his head pretending to be hurt, his usual teasing smirk still present. His eyes went over her features before he leaned back. All this time he knew very well she was a woman, but somehow it never really hit him. Until now. She was stunning. âOh, that I can promise!â he grinned as he held her hand and led her to the dance floor. âYou have come to the right person. I am the king of bad behavior and poor decisions, always have been, always will, even if I hide it well,â he laughed and pulled Danya close for a dance. Maybe even a little bit too close, which he didnât plan on correcting. âYou know, I was a huge troublemaker in the Academy. And a snobbish, self-centered jerk. Not the proudest time of my life, honestly.â There was a small sigh. âSo, youâre correct calling me an arse,â he mused with a nod. âBut you do look amazing, thereâs no lie in that,â he whispered in her ear and, not letting her respond, took a step back and guided her into a twirl before pulling her in, catching her in his arms.












