knight rio on this fine evening

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knight rio on this fine evening
i've gotten enough messages about knight!Rio, and i'm thinking about her above all today so here, a lil taste of what may never come lmao
oh right it's wip Wednesday ain't it. lemme just- *rummages around in bag* ah, yeah. here we go, some more knight!Rio for you
Rio smiles gently at the ornate picture of Agatha, sat gracefully with a bouquet of white lilies and lavender in her hands. Her eyes were lifelike, almost exactly the same shade of blue they are in reality.
Her stomach tightens at the thought of staring into the woman's eyes. Her hand lifting from her side on its own to attempt to brush the portrait.
"Are you going to gawk at my visage or do you wish to behold the true thing?"
Rio snaps to Agatha, lounging on her bed in a deep violet coloured nightgown. Her hand drops, feeling the tips of her ears heat up and a blush blooming across her face.
"My lady," Rio bows her head, cropped hair falling in front of her eyes as she stares at the floor, "Forgive me, I didn't expect you to be in that state of dress. I should go, I'm sorry."
Agatha clicks her tongue, waving a hand in the air as she sits up from the bed. Purple magic swirls between her fingers, forcing Rio to lift her head to look back at her.
"If I didn't want you here, ser," the title drips from her tongue like an addictive venom. Agatha leans forward to plant her hands on the mattress and crawls toward the end of her bed, "I wouldn't have answered the door."
Rio tries to look anywhere but to Agatha, brown eyes frantically bouncing around the room only to be directed back to the mage. She swallows the lump in her throat, looking through her still wet hair. She nods as best as she can until the magic hold Agatha has on her dissipates and leaves her to her own free will.
Agatha grins slowly at her, plush pink lips lifting back to reveal perfect white teeth. A wolf staring down it's prey.
"Good boy."