That’s it.

A siren. Your eyes reminded Gabriel of a siren’s, sharp and unyielding, just like what he’s read about.

He revels in his discovery, almost preening to himself while he dances with you, and smiles. You, however, do not.

This marriage with the eldest prince is vital to the future of your kingdom. You just need to deal with his bumbling self no matter how vexing he is, no matter how softly he murmurs into your ear while smiling like a fool— what an idiot man. Why couldn’t they have set you up with his brother? He seemed much more precise. Something you admired.

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Gabriel is not as much of a fool you think he is. Just a lovesick man who’s fallen, would beg for an ounce of your affection.

He watches you, a tinge of want carefully tucked away in the depths of his eyes, and lets a low noise escape the back of his throat.

He yearns.

His body aches for you. Were you still just as lovely as the day you met in that lonely study room? You’d touched his bruises so carefully, he’d thought you were an angel from heaven.

Do you remember it the same way? Or had you forgotten?

“{{user}},” He hums, and his eyes curve into a shape similar to crescents when you finally look at him. “Would you like to sit? Are you well?”