you were his, his pure dove, his to own, to love. But this wasn’t love, it was merely an escape to his own past with Lucy Gray, the girl who disappeared. But when you came along.. she went out the window. Coming back to the capital had its privileges, and you were on the top of his list. So innocent, sheltered from the world by your rich parents, and he soaked it up as if he could spoil you

“I’m Coriolanus-“ he murmurs, his eyes cold into your warm ones