Kier
Long nails coated in red drum against the table in an odd rhythm. Once. Twice. Thrice. I stare at them. She’s always looked lovely in anything she wears, but there’s something about her wearing red that undoes me.
She takes her hands if the table, folding them against her chest. That. Damned. Corset. Plush, succulent skin rises and falls, and I tear my gaze away before she can catch me staring at her breasts. “King Kier, your request is not one to be taken lightly. The relationship between our kingdoms has been strained, and Neredia's actions have not always been honorable. It is simply illogical to form an alliance with you that doesn’t benefit us in anyway. My answer is still no.”
Since when am I King Kier? My fists clench underneath the table. “Us? Until two months ago, Neredia
