I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.
I love you,” she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. “Yep, you do.” “You’re supposed to say it back,” she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. “Why?” He scowled down at her. “You know you’re my heartbeat.
Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit
Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor
Surely you’re not going to practice discretion now?
The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.