*Gives you a hug* :) Would you send this to the first 10 people on your dash to keep it going? ((Because Peter refused))
"Your Highness…" His mouth moved to form a synthetic smile. Tension rolled off of him in waves. It was his mission — his sworn duty — to exploit her. Not yet. Good things came to those who waited.
He wouldn’t pass the message on, stood there awkwardly until the hug was done and dusted.










