∟ Arthur places a clover crown on Nimue's brow because wow, he's smitten.
a l w a y s a c c e p t i n g ➟ arthur affection
● ● ● SHE LAUGHS, her nimble harpist’s fingers reaching up to touch the garland of clover that he’d placed atop her head. Nimue resists the urge to call him an idiot like she always does, instead choosing to allow the royal this small moment as she gazes at him through her thick lashes. It has nothing to do with the fact that she too is smitten, and it certainly isn’t because the priestess is infatuated with the wide grin that adorns his face whenever she allows him such small victories. The girl is simply being nice...charitable....kind.
She’s also lying to herself.
❝ You know, I can’t say a king has ever given me a crown before. ❞ She makes a face at Arthur, idly plucking a wood violet and small twig from behind her back with her free hand. It’s simple magic - a little touch of glamor - but when she holds out her palm to boy she presents him with a woven ring. ❝ Is this how it works? A token for a token? ❞