Afire Love || Christine and Oliver
Christine walked down the hall with Oliver in tow. Her step was playful and the swing of her hips could be taken as mesmerizing. The alcohol in her blood made her bold...bolder than she usually was, which was saying something. Once they were in front of her door, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. Sounds of the party floated through her floorboards, but her attention was completely fixed on him. Her blue eyes seemed to be on fire and she stood there in silence for a moment. Seeing him with the other woman down stairs had stirred something in her, but she refused to accept what it was. Instead, she passed it off as being jealous that she wasn't first in someone's eyes, which was a legitimate fear of hers. The plan had been simple...make herself first in his eyes through her charms. Though she doubted that he was party to her plan because of his polite nature with the rest of the royals. But who cared...she was young and she wanted to do something reckless.
