If only he knew how apt that title really was. Éomer is glad, as she always is, that she is but a lesser cousin to the throne, and not only that, but she is a woman. Things in Rohan would have to be dire indeed to place her in line for the crown. Even if her uncle never recovers from the wasting sickness that has plagued him these past years, her cousin has plenty of time to find himself a wife and produce an heir. The chance of her needing to worry about titles and bloodlines are slim to nonexistent. It makes it easier to laugh about them with a man who has no ulterior motives towards her, a man who has been kind, and generous, and genuine with her.
"My choice?" She makes a show of thinking about it, drawing her fingers in idle patterns across the broad muscle of his chest, toying with the dark hair growing there. "I choose for you to touch me, then. Put those good hands to good use."
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Date: 2020-09-06 09:54 pm (UTC)"My choice?" She makes a show of thinking about it, drawing her fingers in idle patterns across the broad muscle of his chest, toying with the dark hair growing there. "I choose for you to touch me, then. Put those good hands to good use."