the hand that feeds || prisca&oberon
@faithfullyyours-prisca
The sound of steps coming near made shivers run down his spine. He rushed to the door of the cell, against the fear of seeing Leanne coming back after reconsidering their talk. He dreaded the influence of the others upon her thoughts. Oberon knew she was strong, yet... Oh... Prisca’s beautiful face. He let out a mouthful of air, releasing most of his worries with it, and his shoulders falling in relief at the sight of her. The man stretched out his arms, to take his wife’s soft hands. He quickly glanced at the Pemberley knight escorting her, before staring into Prisca’s blue eyes. “How are you? Have they harmed you? Is Titus with y-- How did you get out?” He tripped on his own words, a slight wave of anger lurking behind his eyes.











