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Taking up her proffered hand, he gave a sweeping, exaggerated bow that drew frowns from a few passing couples. Galen did not care and placed a kiss upon the back of her hand that might have been chaste, until he ruined it by smiling and nipping her skin with his teeth. When had he ever cared...

So much splendor and wealth on display here that Galen felt like he'd stepped out of his life and into some sort of storybook. The amount of gold and jewels these people had was absolutely mind boggling. He ducked behind a balustrade, still keeping up the invisibility spell that he'd used to...

Those round sapphires peered at him from the brilliance of dawn and Galen felt his heart skip a beat as he met her gaze - this noble sorceress who did not yet know her own power. He should be terrified of her, by all rights. And yet she was kind and gentle as the warmth of morning light...

"I'm not to be, you know," Galen smiled, snatching up a loose fitting flat cap and setting it on his head at an angle. "Might burgle you straight out of your clothes." Galen adjusted his sleeves and did his best to look tall and pompous like those asses he saw strutting like peacocks down the...

It was a miracle that Galen did not melt into a puddle on the floor, such was the spell cast by her lips and hands. His eyes went wide and he tried to make his voice a little less breathless, which was quite difficult with his heart thudding like a stallion inside his chest. "We - I am quite...

Galen's smirk grew quite absurd as she shut the curtain behind them. His heart thudded in his chest and he let out a breathless chuckle as the pins slid free, then the jacket, then the shirt of course. Strange how they'd been a struggle to put on but came off so quickly. Her tracing fingers...

Moments later, Galen came out and stood on a stool. "I feel ridiculous," Galen complained as he stood on the stool, with a dozen needles pinning back the folds of a blue jacket and trousers with gold embroidery. He'd never worn so much, what was this... silk? Satin? He wasn't even sure. It was...

AN INDETERMINATE AMOUNT OF TIME LATER… Galen stood in front of the haberdasher street. Well, it was both haberdashers and cobblers and tailors, but for some reason they called this street Haberdasher and the one over Cobbler. He stood outside one of the shops, staring at his distorted...

The mage ran a hand through his hair, chuckling at her response. He had not expected a noble woman to be so… innocence. It was disarming. He should probably just leave it at that, with her happy and content. But Galen had always found a way to press his luck. Double or nothing the odds...

He drifted closer to her lips, stopping only a heartbeat away from her, staring into those captivating pools of clearest blue. “It’s… like…” The rasp drug from his throat, low and husky with want. The fingers on her hip bone slipped beneath lace and followed that trailing groove in her skin...

“Disappoint me?” Galen blinked owlishly at her, confused and breathless. The folds of her dress bunched around his arm as his hand rested on her hip, fingers toying with a lace of fabric there that wasn’t part of the dress. No, not at all. He felt foolish for a moment, but then he always felt...

The deepening kiss drove him crazy. Yes, that’s right, Galen thing to himself, you’re going to go insane. No, you already ARE insane. Kissing a noble lady. Trying to… to… All other thoughts fled away, her fingers tugging at his collar, her lips all over his. He grinned against her kiss, then...

“I-“ Unprepared for her sudden forwardness, his tongue knotted up for a moment. He went very still, gazing up into those sky blue eyes as she sat atop his lap. He could feel the warmth of her through that slip of moonlight fabric, her legs over his knee, body pressed so close against him. Then...

Galen busily picked his jaw up off the ground. Three times, as it happened. “Oh gods,” he whispered at the sight of the first dress. The deepest blues, the silvery threading, the collarbones. Galen swallowed, adjusting his hat on his head. “Can’t speak for any Lords, but I’d give you a right...

Had he not accomplished enough in life if but to make her laugh? He thought so. Yes. If he died and the last notes he heard were of her laughter, he thought he might die happy. How strange, when he’d been convinced but a month ago that he’d be dead floating in the river by year’s end, with no...