[This time when he kisses her fingers, her eyes flutter shut for but a moment, and she looks at him as though he hung the moon himself rather than simply bringing her to witness its glory.]
Thank you, my knight.
[As she settles into place on his cape, motes of light rise from the crystalline sand, twinkling in the shades of fire and ice, of smoke and snow. They flit about like butterflies in search of flowers in the middle of a barren desert, so hopeful and yet so futile.
The princess looks up to Clive, then shifts over to the very edge of his cape to make room for him to sit, too, should he be willing. She gestures to the space with another regal flourish, then smiles up at him, her eyes brightened by every light surrounding them. By some she holds inside as well.]
Would you join me? There's something I'd quite like to share with you.
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Thank you, my knight.
[As she settles into place on his cape, motes of light rise from the crystalline sand, twinkling in the shades of fire and ice, of smoke and snow. They flit about like butterflies in search of flowers in the middle of a barren desert, so hopeful and yet so futile.
The princess looks up to Clive, then shifts over to the very edge of his cape to make room for him to sit, too, should he be willing. She gestures to the space with another regal flourish, then smiles up at him, her eyes brightened by every light surrounding them. By some she holds inside as well.]
Would you join me? There's something I'd quite like to share with you.