That's my girl. Thankfully her skin had already been flushed with the exertion of the sparring match, but her breath almost stopped completely. Fuck @artisanals for almost throwing her off. And being a distraction for the rest of the day. The words wouldn't leave her Gods-damned mind.
So much so she wound up at Ridoc's door and all but pushed herself inside when he opened. She'd done so well resisting the temptation to give in and let him close. All she needed to do was survive three years, make sure he sister did to, and not get distracted by anyone unnecessary. And yet-
"Your girl. You called me your girl." It was almost an accusation. Green eyes narrowed on him, studying, but if he was doing the same then he'd see straight though her. She wasn't angry, not even frustrated (maybe a little frustrated, but in a very different way, and that was a whole other issue for her to deal with). No, she was nervous, her heart laid bare just with those few words.











