Meadowlark Prairie i don't always play nice, but i wanna feel your heartlines

“Yours.”

A surge swirls within him—he’s never felt this way, certainly never had the opportunity. Since the beginning, Nirali has been his only interest, and Aldric content to keep it that way. It is a day of celebration, a day he will keep second guessing is truly happening until reality settles within his mind.

Her words echo, repeating in a trance that Aldric is frozen in, until he is thawed by the warmth of her touch. Slow, teasing. Golden eyes flicker close, the tension in his jaw easing away until it is softly parted with a low noise. The prince is torn between begging to feel more and relaxing under her careful touch.

He chooses a third option, in which the desire to be hers, and her his devours. Pressing into her neck, he kisses and nips—his eyes blinking open, a silent question evident in his gaze.