The Sentinels your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

deirdre smiled at the woman, not at all heartbroken by the others words. deirdre was nothing if not patient, after all, and that aria was willing to place her beside her up until she found a king—at least, that was how she had interpreted it—was enough. the wooing, which she had no idea how to even do, could wait; deirdre was only capable of charming others with her golden heart. aria, i wanted to speak with you on something, she admitted, when... when you thought that casmir was your special one... how did it make you feel? deirdre paused for a moment, her cheeks warming. it appeared the dawning of her own first crush had come, and her stomach flipped as she thought of the ink-laden man of the ocean.