@blodistridi from x
The fencer’s eyes brightened as Myriam’s lips pulled into a pout, reaching out to lightly tap her chin with a knuckle. A beautiful woman, with a good mind and a willingness to speak. There were other women he had paid, who refused to engage him no matter how many times he came. Good women, of course, but he eventually bade them farewell.
In this stinking, hot city, where vipers and poison sat at every corner, there was one woman he came to regularly, and it was she. And after a successful lesson with Lord Stark’s daughter, it was a relief to speak with a woman he did not need to instruct.
“My apologies, my dear Myriam. Time simply got away from me, but I’d no intention to leave bereft of my attentions so long,” he apologized, though his serious expression and tone was undermined somewhat by the way his eyes danced. He lifted her hand from where she had taken his, and kissed the palm delicately as he followed her, steps light and silent and quick as he kept pace. if it were not for the woman he followed, most likely wouldn’t have noticed him; he preferred it thusly.
