*Varek*
The traitorous thought grows louder the longer I take her in. The moonlight silver trim around her shoulders, framing her strong shoulders, tilts and curves over the tops of her breasts. It's modest, but my eyes follow it, imagining I'll get a peek of cleavage. The deep green jewel tone makes even her dingy auburn hair seem more fiery. Silver twines around her waist, copying the filigree on my war banner. I swallow, shoving my feelings about the dress and her in the dress aside. I follow the fall of the skirt and trace the embroidered hem, brushing the tops of her feet.
Something twists low in my gut, a flash of heat under my skin. I shove it to the back of my mind and continue to look. There's a little tension in his shoulder, and I let my gaze linger in a way that I know will n
