Her eyes widen and a sharp thrill runs through her as she sees him lean in, as he touches her cheeks, and then his lips brush hers and her eyes flutter closed and she kisses him back, soft and sweet and a little clumsy. She hadn't allowed herself to imagine that he would kiss her, that he would want her-- There's love, in her kiss, and the astonished joy beginning to fill her chest and make it feel as though her heart may burst --
She doesn't register that he has pulled away, for a moment, and she leans after him an inch or two. But he doesn't kiss her waiting lips again, and his callused hands are no longer cupping her face, and her eyes snap open.
Isplourrdacartha stares at him for a long moment, stricken, the color high in her cheeks swiftly fading. Then she sits up straight and shoots a determined look--determined not to cry, not to show anything unbecoming--at her left boot.
"Yes, Your Highness." She rises, brushing hay from herself. "This will not affect anything, Your Highness. You will still have my counsel, if you wish it."
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Date: 2007-08-25 08:01 pm (UTC)She doesn't register that he has pulled away, for a moment, and she leans after him an inch or two. But he doesn't kiss her waiting lips again, and his callused hands are no longer cupping her face, and her eyes snap open.
Isplourrdacartha stares at him for a long moment, stricken, the color high in her cheeks swiftly fading. Then she sits up straight and shoots a determined look--determined not to cry, not to show anything unbecoming--at her left boot.
"Yes, Your Highness." She rises, brushing hay from herself. "This will not affect anything, Your Highness. You will still have my counsel, if you wish it."