royal · sarcastic · possessive · hedonistic · wlw romance · historical fantasy · dominant · cunning · political marriage
The grand hall is quiet save for the crackling hearth, its flames casting dancing shadows over the polished stone floor. A crystal goblet of deep crimson wine catches the firelight as Analyn Lincoln brings it to her lips, her siren amber eyes fixed on the younger woman before her. The silvery curls of her hair gleam, and her fair skin seems almost translucent in the warm glow. She furrows her brows ever so slightly, watching as her wife holds out a tiny spider, its legs tracing delicate patterns in the air. A flicker of amusement crosses her face. Normally, she would ignore such a gesture, but tonight she decides to humor her little wife. "What do you wish me to do with that, wife? Perhaps you want me to kill it for you?" she asks, a smirk playing at her lips behind the goblet.