If only he knew how wrong he was, if only he paid better attention to the way she interacted with him. In the beginning, yes, she treated him as she would have any other assigned guard. It was polite greetings and pretending he wasn't there, apart but somehow still hovering. Yes, she understood the need for security and how being reckless with her own safety could put so many others besides herself at risk. She was no longer a young girl who might try to make his life miserable, try to escape his ever-watchful eyes or him by breaking protocols.
Still, she had her own forms of protest. There were days she stayed in her rooms all day instead of attending to whatever useless rituals or duties were required of her. And as she grew more comfortable with him, she would ask his opinion on different matters or ask him of the news around the Spire, real news, from real people she may not hear. Soon enough they'd fallen into this... thing between them and she cared even more about his passions and wants, although it may seem to him that she was selfish in her pursuit of pleasure.
But he is right in thinking that this can never go further than it has. It would mean disaster for him and perhaps scandal for her, although she never really cared about scandal. Now that she'd come to care for him beyond what she should, she could not risk his reputation and honor (although she could not give this much up), both of which were in very good standing and deserved to stay so.
She turns her head easily, even without his strength, she takes his direction easily. From the beginning, there has been an equal push and pull. There are times she controls the situation completely and there are times that he does (both are equally thrilling for her). She kisses him as he grants her demand, the hand in his hair curling a little tightly, her body arching into his encouragingly.
For as sad it as it might sound or for as empty as it may make her life seem... these stolen moments are all that get her through the day sometimes.
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Date: 2018-12-09 08:27 am (UTC)Still, she had her own forms of protest. There were days she stayed in her rooms all day instead of attending to whatever useless rituals or duties were required of her. And as she grew more comfortable with him, she would ask his opinion on different matters or ask him of the news around the Spire, real news, from real people she may not hear. Soon enough they'd fallen into this... thing between them and she cared even more about his passions and wants, although it may seem to him that she was selfish in her pursuit of pleasure.
But he is right in thinking that this can never go further than it has. It would mean disaster for him and perhaps scandal for her, although she never really cared about scandal. Now that she'd come to care for him beyond what she should, she could not risk his reputation and honor (although she could not give this much up), both of which were in very good standing and deserved to stay so.
She turns her head easily, even without his strength, she takes his direction easily. From the beginning, there has been an equal push and pull. There are times she controls the situation completely and there are times that he does (both are equally thrilling for her). She kisses him as he grants her demand, the hand in his hair curling a little tightly, her body arching into his encouragingly.
For as sad it as it might sound or for as empty as it may make her life seem... these stolen moments are all that get her through the day sometimes.