[ The remark gets half a smirk, and a fleeting (and unexamined) thought that perhaps garments, too, are something of which the King of Thieves should divest her target. One step at a time. ]
This.
[ Her thumb now strokes the noble hairline, along where the crown of the Two Lands would one day sit, were the Princess a Prince. ]
You've let them build a trap in your mind.
[ Her thumb trails down, tracing the life pulsing in along Atem's neck. There's another spot it would be so easy to press, and - but no. Not yet.
no subject
This.
[ Her thumb now strokes the noble hairline, along where the crown of the Two Lands would one day sit, were the Princess a Prince. ]
You've let them build a trap in your mind.
[ Her thumb trails down, tracing the life pulsing in along Atem's neck. There's another spot it would be so easy to press, and - but no. Not yet.
Savor. ]
I can spring you.