[ She blinks at his proffered hand, then lifts her head to turn and look up at him. This may be the first time she's ever seen such a gentle look on his face, stripped of the usual furrow of his brow or arrogant slant of his mouth—she likes it. She likes the glimpse into the heart of him, where all his kindness and care lies.
Her smile unfolds like a flower to the morning sun, soft and warm, reflecting in her eyes and resounding in her chest. ]
Yes, I would like that.
[ She takes his hand and sweeps into an elegant curtsy, his cloak only a slight hindrance. She laughs a little when it slips from her shoulder, but she adjusts it quickly before settling into his hold, one hand in his while the other rests on his shoulder. ]
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Her smile unfolds like a flower to the morning sun, soft and warm, reflecting in her eyes and resounding in her chest. ]
Yes, I would like that.
[ She takes his hand and sweeps into an elegant curtsy, his cloak only a slight hindrance. She laughs a little when it slips from her shoulder, but she adjusts it quickly before settling into his hold, one hand in his while the other rests on his shoulder. ]