He imagines she had little privacy to begin with, soldiers are often accustomed to such things. And he's certain she had plenty of little wine-colored impressions of Eskel's teeth on her neck and shoulders anyway when she had ridden out that morning.
He touches the torque admiringly. "You wear it well." He says, kissing her on the top of the head. "You will be a brave and fierce queen indeed." He promises. "The queen who tamed a wolf." He turns his tone to teasing, even if his face suddenly burns. Why had he said that? He suddenly knows why his brother is always saying dumbshit things around his variable harem of mages.
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Date: 2020-09-13 06:28 pm (UTC)He touches the torque admiringly. "You wear it well." He says, kissing her on the top of the head. "You will be a brave and fierce queen indeed." He promises. "The queen who tamed a wolf." He turns his tone to teasing, even if his face suddenly burns. Why had he said that? He suddenly knows why his brother is always saying dumbshit things around his variable harem of mages.