Claiming His Queen
"Stepping into the room, there was no one on the seat, just on the table, legs swinging, and eyes unsteady, until the eyes fell on her, and there it was, the mischievous dance of his pupils.
"Princess," Rune smirked, "Look who left her room without her tiara."
Habit had her raise the black shirt revealing the black butt of a pistol, "You're one step to getting your big mouth blown."
Expecting him to wind down in one warning was too comfortable.
"So you did bring your tiara." He raised the rim of the glass to his lips, his eyes falling on her mid-region; he ran the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip, "You think if I say more, you'll let me see the gun fully?"
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