“Theirs a glass By your dresser, strange..” she smirked, downing a mouthful of the alcohol. She’d catch a few drops with her tongue. Feeling calm.
𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚
He’d never ask and he’d never roll her that they were always lowered for her.
“Is that my champagne? Did you pour me a glass?”
ǝɓuɐɹʇS ɹoʇɔoꓷ
She’s leaned against the window seal of his bed chambers, with a glass of champagne.
“Don’t ask how this girl got past your enchantments dearest Stephen..”
