Her fears remained in a weakened nature as the pads of his fingers caressed her chin, tilting her head to cast her eyes firmly upon his own gaze; cerulean hues matching in strength. ‘I pray for your swift return, and a great victory. Naturally, should my token besmirch, I shall be awfully cross with you, Dimitri.’ She jested, a smile tweaking the heightened corners of her lips.
The softest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth, his countenance unable to hide the fondness he had quickly developed for the Lady of Napolski. "That is indeed a most grievous threat, my lady," he teased, trying, and failing, to fight back a grin, "I will protect it will all my heart." A promise. To her. Of more than just a token. It took only the briefest of moments for his gaze to fall to her lips and her lips to become the object of his desires. He did not hesitate in taking as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to her own, thumb softly caressing the skin of her jawline.

















