𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓌𝓃

⠀ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦. ⠀

A soft hum as he finishes before taking Radovid's hand into his own, bringing it up to brush his lips gently against history knuckles. "You make a wonderful muse."

"For you, dearheart? Always." and cue him singing a very soft song in elven.

It is a problem?

"I will sing to you whenever you wish. All you have to do is say the words, dearheart."

Cute.

//HEY ☹️

i don't have much in my life but take it， it's yours.

"If you are certain, dearheart, then I shall join you." He pressed another gentle kiss to his lips. "My muse. . . . my love."

"You wish to show me off to your court? Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, yes, I'd love to accompany you this evening, I just don't want you to be slandered." He said, voice soft as his thumb stroked his cheek.

He gently brushed a lock of hair from Radovid's face, his hand moving to then caress his cheek. "Yours. I'm yours, dearheart."

(a soft hum as he tugs him into his arms and presses a gentle kiss to his lips) My lion.

//STOP IT

i am different because everyone decided what i was before i even knew.

I dont know. I only ever speak the truth when I'm with you.

//THAT'S NOT NICE