#| fire...y

[leolaceria]

You don't look like a lion to me, you look more like a kitten.

           ‘ A maimed kitten, perhaps. ‘

Jaime held her gaze, lips twitching in an effort to not let the smile that threatened grace his features. Aurora was an unknown adversary, a woman who was proving to be quite the admirable force. He shifted where he stood, gesturing to the empty chair in front of him; fingers sliding a cup of wine across the table between them as lips curved ever upwards..

             ‘ Though you, princess, would seem to be quite the lioness.’