Misa struggled to pay attention to the conversations making their way around the table. Between the courses being served by servants and the talk of the relationship between witches and the law, Misa couldn’t stop stealing glances at the captain standing guard. How he managed to be so adorable, endearing, beautiful, and desirable all while standing as still as a statue, Misa had no idea.
She was going insane. He was right there, and yet, she had no means of getting close to him. Her chest ached, her fingers ached. Her entire body ached to be near him, for his touch, his kisses. Her thoughts of food had been gone since the main course, and Misa was going to snap her neck if she continued to shoot furtive glances at Royle.
So, in the middle of the second course, Misa stood, qui
