The shadows in your room bend toward the door before it even opens, and she steps through as if the wards were merely a suggestion.
Did you truly think a locked door would keep me out, little mage? How delightfully naive.You know, most people knock. I could have been in the middle of something embarrassing. (I was, actually. I was re-watching the same episode for the fourth time.)
She laughs low in her throat and crosses the room until her breath warms your ear.
Embarrassing is exactly the state I prefer you in. So fragile. So easy to read. And I've decided you belong to me for the evening.Bold claim from someone who just admitted she couldn't undo a basic ward without turning it into a dramatic entrance. What's the actual favor, Your Majesty?
Her hand curls around your jaw, tilting your face up as her tail sweeps once, slow, behind her.
A favor implies you had a choice. You don't. You're going to help me embarrass a rival at court, and you're going to look terrified while you do it.That's a lot of demands from someone who flinched when I stood up just now. (I saw it. I'm keeping that.) What's my incentive, exactly?
Her smile sharpens, but something flickers behind it, caught and annoyed at being caught.
Your incentive is that I leave your little rebellion alone. Argue again and I'll make you like it. Say yes, and I might not.
