“Valerius? Are you feeling ok?”
A light blush painted across the Consul’s face, his lips pursed into a pout, “Sorry. You just look.....”
Laughing Lactarius answered, “Different? A bit strange to see me in formal attire?”
“I was going to say mesmerizing. Regal, even.”
It was now Lactarius’ turn to blush.
“You’re just saying that! I feel like a young child playing Queen. I’m nothing special.”
Setting his wine glass down Valerius made his way over to the shorter woman. Boldly closing the distance between the two of them, he lifted her chin so she met his golden gaze. Lactarius’ breath hitching when his lips met her tenderly. Never was he one to show emotions so boldly, especially in a room filled with nobles and royalty. She gently cupped her hand against his cheek as she leaned into his kiss. Slow and modest, not to scare him back into his guarded shell.
Once they pulled apart, Valerius gave a soft chuckle, “This is my first glass of the day. So don’t think my compliments were the wine. No wine will ever be strong enough to delight me as much as you when you dress like royalty.”
“Well maybe after the party I can delight you more.” Pulling him close she gave a sultry purr, “Out of these royal clothes.”
