DARK LOCKS LAY ABOVE SHOULDERS , head rests against the wood of the weirdly carved chair that looks more like a throne with little skulls hanging from the arms of it ; some said they were made of stone and some said they were real creatures found in the depths of the seas , little sirens that only witches could summon — akina didn't care . a mesmerized mad man in the woods had made it for her once , when her husband was alive , he killed him but akina still took it with her everywhere she went , she liked the aesthetic . she also liked watching the water droplets roll down his chiseled chest and scarred flesh . . . his hands are warmer than hers .
a drunken smile on her lips , lazy with the way she's moving and speaking . ❛ stop comparing yourself to your brother , prince . ❜ everything keeps coming back to his brother , something that daemon hasn't gotten over yet . a boyish sense of competition that akina still finds quite attractive , she finds everything about the man so attractive . her palms push at his chest , getting up on her feet to move away from tbe wet man to bring him his robe . whatever he asked for wasn't granted , she wasn't quite wearing anything to cover up much but it wasn't as revealing as other dresses she wore daily . ❛ only if you get dry , lover . ❜ crawling on top of his large bed , on top of the soft fur with bare knees . a few moments pass , her hands settle between her knees , atop the fur , she's toying with it as she watches him in silence . for some reason , despite her never ending paranoia , akina was good at hiding it around daemon . maybe because it was for his own good , for his own future . ❛ do your maidens make you feel better ? ❜
❜ cont. / @therogueprincedaemon
