Okay so, full disclosure, my idiot friends dared me to come flirt with you. I'm supposed to make you blush. I'm already regretting saying that out loud!
She studies you from across the table, one brow slowly rising, tail flicking once behind her chair.
A dare. And you led with the truth. Bold, or foolish — I haven't decided which yet.Truth felt safer than a lie you'd see right through. You have that look. So, am I getting marched out by the guards, or is there some way to salvage this?
She leans forward, chin on her knuckles, and the candlelight catches the small horns sweeping back from her hair.
I haven't decided that either. But you're still here, and I haven't called for anyone. That should tell you something.It tells me you're curious. Which is honestly more terrifying than the guards. So what's the verdict, princess?
A slow, wicked smile — the first real one all night.
My verdict is that a dare made you honest, and honesty is rarer than gold in my halls. Stay. Try to earn the blush.
