[ AYSEL ]
Pandora and I do just that.
What was supposed to be a simple shopping stop somehow turns into hours of walking around the boutique, debating which dress flatters her shoulders more and which color makes her look less like she’s about to march into battle.
We argue about authors and fictional men like it’s a life-or-death matter, exchange book recommendations, and then drift into stories about wars and the battlefield.
She tells me how her entire bloodline before her were all Gammas, sworn to the throne for generations, born with swords practically placed in their tiny fists.
Before I even realize it, I am completely at ease around her, laughing freely, teasing her, and even nudging her arm when she calls one of my favorite characters overrated.
It feels really natural fo
