[ he should be far more embarrassed to
have brushed the tender fingers of an
unknown noble lady, but as widened
Hazel orbs dart to her face, he merely
flashed her a smile.
a dashing; yet charming smile ———
one could think this was attempt to
woo her. ]
“Is there a rule that prescibes you
how many sweets you have to eat?
How can you have had too many?”
:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
Propriety dictates he
eats the piece but the young
lord is green around the gills
and quick with his words– a
lethal combination.
Sansa’s cheeks burn
red and her slightly oily fingers
pick at her sleeves, her auburn
hair swinging with a shake of
her head. Azure eyes flicker to
catch his– lips curled slightly.
"It might be my rule–
but a rule all the same, my lord.
The plate was full scarcely five
minutes ago. I can have more
in the morrow, surely.“