[Of course it's too much, but she's not going to stop. When she's all in, she's all in, and that includes feeding him and being the perfect wife. Besides, this closes their distance, so that they can speak in a way only they can hear.
What she didn't expect was that he wasn't ready for all manners of touch, even if the affection itself was, at the time, manufactured. They should know this, and yet his hand around her wrist hurts even her. Her eyes widen instinctively, and she tries to relax in his grip to make it not obvious that he shocked her.]
O-oh, I'm sorry. [Her voice is a little louder than his, as if to disguise.] Did I hurt you? [She tries to be softer, like as she tries to be. An ideal gentle noblewoman. But the colour on her cheeks is genuine, from the surprise of his lips on her knuckles. Well, he's a little bit dashing right then and there, isn't he?
Now, she needs to focus. Her sense of touch has always been keen, that she knew what he saying. Three, and they know they're there. Her eyes start to sweep around, spotting the woman close by.
She pulls him closer, lips pressed to his cheek now, but just so she can whisper:]
We cannot make a scene just yet. Where do you suggest? A busy spot so they cannot move, or to make them follow us and take them out?
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What she didn't expect was that he wasn't ready for all manners of touch, even if the affection itself was, at the time, manufactured. They should know this, and yet his hand around her wrist hurts even her. Her eyes widen instinctively, and she tries to relax in his grip to make it not obvious that he shocked her.]
O-oh, I'm sorry. [Her voice is a little louder than his, as if to disguise.] Did I hurt you? [She tries to be softer, like as she tries to be. An ideal gentle noblewoman. But the colour on her cheeks is genuine, from the surprise of his lips on her knuckles. Well, he's a little bit dashing right then and there, isn't he?
Now, she needs to focus. Her sense of touch has always been keen, that she knew what he saying. Three, and they know they're there. Her eyes start to sweep around, spotting the woman close by.
She pulls him closer, lips pressed to his cheek now, but just so she can whisper:]
We cannot make a scene just yet. Where do you suggest? A busy spot so they cannot move, or to make them follow us and take them out?