Dear knight, how tempting it is to join you. I am more than eager to imagine how both of us would mingle with walls broken down.
To watch how you settle and relax. See the warmth grow on your cheeks. It’s already such a rare sight, that face. It makes me savor every moment of it. Those eyes are so much softer when they’re beyond the sliver of light that makes its way past your helm.
I must see how your expression shifts when I, perhaps a bit too emboldened by the drink, praise you a blindly. I wonder how the rest of the men would stare when I pat your head and call you a very good boy.
I’m rather sure they already know about it. You’re far too obvious. It’s cute.
- @royally-loved
Mm, it is indeed tempting to imagine how we’d mingle with walls broken down—not quite Prince and Knight any longer, but rather two beings which crave.
The warmth of the alcohol, mixed with the warmth of the hearth, colluding to create a rather red-faced knight. Although I’m sure you’d also be the cause of such a red face…
Two shots deep! Tell me, dear prince, how much more should I take? How much to make me a good boy?
