[ She longs for that day as well. A sinking feeling is inside her that perhaps that may not be possible until the Empire has been dealt with and the Ascians stopped in full. A day that may very well be far off, but she hopes for it regardless.
Mayhap she must force fates hand and push to remain with him for a time after the battle in the morning.
The shy smile remains on her face even with his notations on the charm. When next she weaves the enchantment, she will be certain to not hold back the love she feels for him. She had done so out of worry of how it may come across. Now, she is to be his wife, and she would shower him I that love if he wished for it.
Her instincts, however, should and will need to be tempered to some degree. She is quite aware how proactive she can be; driven by her needs and desires. Therefore it is best he decide how far they go and where he is comfortable at. That way she knows how far to reign herself in--even if he would have her not hold anything back.
She moves them to the bed in the quarters they have give him. Alkaid then helps him remove the undershirt, smiling at him all the time. Then, she sits on the bed in the middle of the bed. Her hands pull from his only so she might pull the slip over her head and then tossed to the floor. She is not embarrassed, per say, but she is aware that he will see the newest scar on her side and jump into a fury of questions. ]
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Mayhap she must force fates hand and push to remain with him for a time after the battle in the morning.
The shy smile remains on her face even with his notations on the charm. When next she weaves the enchantment, she will be certain to not hold back the love she feels for him. She had done so out of worry of how it may come across. Now, she is to be his wife, and she would shower him I that love if he wished for it.
Her instincts, however, should and will need to be tempered to some degree. She is quite aware how proactive she can be; driven by her needs and desires. Therefore it is best he decide how far they go and where he is comfortable at. That way she knows how far to reign herself in--even if he would have her not hold anything back.
She moves them to the bed in the quarters they have give him. Alkaid then helps him remove the undershirt, smiling at him all the time. Then, she sits on the bed in the middle of the bed. Her hands pull from his only so she might pull the slip over her head and then tossed to the floor. She is not embarrassed, per say, but she is aware that he will see the newest scar on her side and jump into a fury of questions. ]