Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

Her heart thumped, beating agaisnt her chest. This male was so sudden, so charming, moments like this only happened in fairy tales of King’s instantly falling for a girl. She had to be hallucinating or deep in a slumber, maybe even dead and this was her heaven. To be treated with kindness and respect, to for once be looked at as something more than a simple girl. His touch sent flames across the skin, and her stomach became a menagerie of butterflies. ”I- you’re too kind, I’m nothing compared to someone as regal as you.” In her opinion, it were true. She was but a peasant in a world of queens, and deserved no gratitude, let alone to be called a tilor.