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It was the way she bit her lip that sealed her fate. His gaze glanced down, tracing the shape of her expression. Her invitation was left waiting for an answer. Paetr slowly drew the covers back. He sat upright. Like the most deadly night predator, his gaze remained fixed on her as he stalked...

Paetr lost himself in those eyes. He would have gladly remained in the labyrinth of coloured flecks, but her questions tugged at something. "Ah I see. And now you feel as if I do not want you? Of course." Fae were, on the whole, needy creatures. They were very careful with their bargaining...

Paetr was silent for a few seconds. He slowly turned back towards Seryn. Her tone had made her dissapointment incredibly obvious. That was just enough to catch Paetr's attention. "My dearest Seryn, did I say something wrong?"

"I would never wish to make you wait for that," Paetr replied. He couldn't deny any request when she looked at him like that. He joined her beneath the covers. One hand snaked towards her thigh, fingers brushing across her skin. In a rare moment of discipline, Paetr rolled himself to turn...

He watched Seryn closely. Undoing his shirt as she walked away. She was exhausted, he needed some patient. Unfortunately he was awful at showing patience or restraint. "But imagine those winds and we are safe safely by a warm fire. I am sat with a glass of a fine port and you... Well perhaps...

"I like the song of the winds at night across the tundra," Paetr said. They cut through the mountain peaks and whistled. The winds could lift the snow when it was hard and dry. Moonbeams could cut colour those winds. They were pleasant, when you had warm shelter and a fire. Paetr took two...

It was quaint, Paetr thought to himself. The warm hearth, the round wooden tables. Even the two simple peasants who brought breakfast out. That too, was a simple affair. Each person staying was brought a wooden plate with slices of cheese, thick chunks of bread and a little bowl of warm...

"Of course, a perfect idea," he repeated. He smiled at his own cleverness. She knew what their northern homes were like, but it seemed she would prefer the cold to isolation and loneliness. He stroked one large hand down the length of red hair and let her find solace against him. The...

He nodded slowly. At first there was a look of disinterest on his face. Then that slowly morphed into panic. He glanced over her shoulder, actually looking for one of his advisors. This was outside of his comfort zone. He considerations for women's garments only went as far as a remarkable...

"Well..." he said, seeing the fire in her eyes. For once, he was quite silenced by her expression. He simply swayed with her in his arms. Paetr gave a small shake of his head, as if drawing himself back to reality. "But of course you are so bold!" he declared. "Why you might have seemed a...

My dearest Seryn, I should have delivered your gift earlier, but now I am glad to be able to write your letter. You see I also had a gift made of black thread and it is also for holding your favourite sword. Wear it tonight to dinner beneath your dress. Am I not so clever with words? Paetr.

"Then..." he replied, "I shall miss you a great deal tonight and wait for you early at dawn to take you away." He gently swayed her to the music. No one was watching them. They moved together and simply enjoyed the peace. Paetr leaned back and frowned down at her. He kept both hands at her...

When she bit at her lip it made his heart flutter. Perhaps in all his words and promises the shape of his own feelings had changed. He was a man who always wanted the next thing. Coveting Seryn who would make such a fine match was natural. In all his letters and with all the delays, he thought...

"Do you think that we would feel this way just by being introduced?" Paetr asked. He pulled her gently into a slow spin, glancing over his shoulder back through the trees towards the fête. It amused him to think that her tights still carried the damage from their journey over. "He might have...