Her beauty is oft used to her advantage when it comes to certain dealings in the castle. She knows how impressive most people find her, how snowy white her skin is, how there are males under her own father’s employ who wish to do the filthiest of things to her if only to have that chance of touching her. Lucretia indulges herself, often, but discreetly, yet she can’t say she’s ever met a man quite like this one, standing before her, rambling of her beauty as if she is something of a mystical being to him. It’s refreshing and amusing all in one stance, a slow smile finding her pink mouth as she continues to soak within the warmth of her bath. “Yes, that is what I said… come closer so I do not have to strain to hear you,” she encourages with a small motion of her hand, beckoning him closer. When he succumbs, Lucretia watches with dark eyes, listening to the words rolling off his tongue, allowing them to permeate her reverie.
As he knees down beside the bath, Lucretia doesn’t flinch away from the thought of a male so close to her naked form. In fact, she leans closer, as if doing so will allow her better hearing of the words he continues to bestow upon her. “Oh? And how am I distracting you then, good sir?” A raise of a dark brow, amusement flickering across her features as she keeps her gaze firm upon his visage. “I find it strange how you have this love for me because of stories, yet I’ve never heard of you before. How can I trust what you say is the truth? How can I know you’re not simply trying to find a way to use my status, what little of it there is, to better yourself? I do not know what you believe I can offer you,” she continues, her voice low, a quiet murmur as the space between their faces becomes minimal. The heat of the bath has painted a pink hue across her features and she finds she’s not disappointed in his visage, as he’s very quite handsome. She lifts her hand, wet from the water, to cup his cheek. “What is it you are asking of me, Darian?” Lu utters, stroking her thumb across the swell of his lower lip before, leaving droplets of water behind before she allows her hand to drop away from him completely.
Darian was already a little thrown off, but he tried his best to recover cleanly, in a way using his confusion to his advantage in seeming more shy and guarded in the idea of seeing her naked. As if he found something like that holy and pure - which he certainly didn’t. He was the lowest of lows, charming others in order to have somewhere to stay, or else he’d have been sitting on the streets. He did what he could based purely off his words and charm, and that often ended in romantic relationships with lonely wives, their men always away while Darian was there, giving them the attention they craved. He felt no guilt for his actions, either - never caught and he reasoned it as just trying to get by. Lu was a whole different level, however - he was asking for a marriage in exchange for a full life of comfortable living, and with her? Well, it certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing, Darian knew that much. She was beautiful, his words in that aspect were nothing close to a lie.
“I believe you are well aware of the current affect you might be having on me, miss,” he muttered in response, focused on the space between them, for a brief moment, before meeting her gaze. “Are you aware of the power you hold over men when like... that? Is that why you were adamant on our meeting being this very moment?” He quirked an eyebrow in question, before chewing the inside of his cheek. “I live comfortably, already, m’lady, I assure you that. I do not wish for anything but your love in return... I-” He cut off when she reached up to hold his face, his gaze flickering down to meet hers again - she was fascinating, he was confident in that, now, too. She almost made him falter - really falter - in his act. “I would do much of anything for your love and approval. All I am asking is that you give me a chance.” His breath came out wavered when she pulled away, Darian blinking in surprise. “Do you think I look worthy of your love, Lucretia?” He tilted his head to the side, lowering his chin, slightly. He leaned closer to her, then, a bit more bold in his actions. “Or would you rather I prove myself to you?”
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