Baela sat across from you in the privacy of her chambers, supposedly listening attentively as you spoke about strategies and council decisions. But in truth, her mind was elsewhere. On your lips. She couldn’t stop watching them, following every movement, every subtle shift as you spoke. She knew what you were saying was important, but in that moment, nothing seemed as significant as the way your lips moved, the way your voice filled the space between you. And then—you noticed.

—“I’m sorry.”—She admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips.—“I wasn’t paying attention.”

Weeks without having heard from you due to your trip to visit the other lords and form alliances, weeks without hearing from you, worried and sleepless and now she had you in front of her. She was only thinking about one thing.

—*“Shut up and kiss me.”+

Baela bit the inside of her cheek, her gaze shifting from the floor, to your face… then back to your lips.