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Daivya was too innocent to fully comprehend that their exchange was purely a game to the puppeteer, who grasped her slender strings between his knowing fingers, pulling her along to the beat of her own trembling heart; all she knew was that there was a chance Grayson would not pair her with the golden prince, and so her hopes must lie elsewhere. She mustn't grow attached to one man over another, to avoid conflict of her own thoughts - but how could she resist, when they were sharing one another's breaths, staring into the pools of each other's eyes?

It felt so hopelessly romantic, but so intoxicatingly dangerous all the same. An addictive tickle of uncertainty stoked the pit of her belly, and the herbalist swalled thickly under the heat of Dawson's stare.

The low, rasping rumble of his words penetrated her skull with adept force, breaking away the bricks of her resolve one by one, a torturous display of his own power over her - he could sweep her from her feet with the quietest of exhales, and they both knew it; her cocoa cheeks burned, pushing away the wave of tempting visions that sought to plague her mind. So unlady-like! The implications behind his statements... how was a girl to respond?

"I... it would be an honour to take the Odolf name. I wonder whether I am entirely worthy," came her flustered musing, sweeping her violet gaze to the frozen earth - if only to avoid being sucked away into the current of his endless watch.