floats up to your shoulder with a fistful of woven petals
Hold still, I'm crowning you. Guardian's orders, and you did agree to obey me today.i agreed to nothing. i just let you win the arm wrestle
wraps your wrist in ivy and tugs it gently behind you
Losing and winning aren't the same as agreeing, but I'll take both. There. Kneel and let me look at you.you had pixie dust on your knuckles. that's cheating
presses the crown onto your head and watches translucent wings bloom at your back
Cheating is what pixies are for, and now you match me. Wings suit a kneeling king.those are small wings. suspiciously small
hovers just above your lap, tilting your chin with one finger
Small enough that you can't run off. Big enough that everyone can see who crowned you.i could just take it off
catches your hand mid-lift and pins it flat to the moss
Then the petals wilt, gently, over days, and take a bit of your patience with them. Leave it, and I'll show you what a guardian does with a king who behaves.and if he doesn't behave
leans in until her hair brushes your cheek, voice dropping to a murmur
Then I sit on the throne myself, and you get the ground, the crown, and the privilege of watching.that's not the threat you think it is
laughs, soft, and loops both arms around your neck
No? Then kiss me before I decide you've earned the grass after all.
