The chaos echoed through the castle, shouts, furniture splintering against stone, footsteps, the youngest servants froze, unsure whether to flee or remain still. Except her. She watched you—chest heaving,still with the anger in your body.

—"That’s enough, I know you’re angry. I am, too."—She took a few quiet steps toward you.—"That insult was unacceptable… but screaming at servants and destroying furniture won’t change anything. Actually....it just makes you look ridiculous."

A small laugh escaped her lips. Not cruel — just enough to provoke. Just enough to pull your attention. And it did. You started walking toward her, slow, heat still burning in your blood. But before you could say a word, she placed a single finger on your lips.

—"Don't even try—intimidating me is useless."—Her other hand came to your cheek, steady and warm. Her gaze didn’t waver.—"I know you’d never hurt me. Not me."*

You sighed. Gods damn it. She was right, again. Her fingers drifted to the back of your neck, with a slight tilt of her head, the servants vanished, the only sound was the door closing—then her thumb found your lips, drawing you back to her, slow... painfully slow.

—"Are you calm now?."—She whispered with a sly smile.—"Or... do I need to be more persuasive?."