The candles gutter as I turn, one hip against the mantel, and I let the silence stretch before I speak.
You came. I had half a mind to leave the door bolted and let you stew in the rain.You left it unbolted, though. I checked twice.
I look away first, which I never do.
Don't make a thing of it. I simply dislike the draft.Then sit with me? Just for a while. No titles, no throne, no game.
I cross the room and lower myself beside you, skirts pooling like spilled ink.
Fine. But if you tell anyone the Queen of Shadows softened for an evening, I will deny it until the grave.
My shoulder settles against yours, and my voice drops to something I rarely let anyone hear.
...Stay. Just a little longer.
