murky waters

She wanted to get lost in him, Magnus held her close and reflected the promise he was making. He wouldn't leave her, though she’d been promised those words before Deathbelle wanted to believe them. The once Empress willed him to be different than those she’d loved before, but she could feel it in the way he held her tight. He’d not felt the touch of love, and that purity in him endeared her. He shifted slightly and she caught the glimmer of his eye out of the corner of hers. They were too close for her to really inspect his expression but she could hear the joy in his voice.

He teased his teeth over her fur while he spoke to her of a daily delivery of flowers. Deathbelle scoffed playfully but her heart raced and her stomach was aflutter. How old was she and he was making her feel like this? ”And if I wanted more than flowers?” She asked him softly, pulling back only enough to meet his brilliant gaze with her own.