Date: 2017-04-28 02:54 am (UTC)
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The flowers were heavy with the scent of their own inherrent perfume and the dusky scent of the loam of the long untended garden floor.

The Lord of the Grigori's strong hands to pull Amarante to himself. If he had thought about it, he would have had to admit that his arms had ached to encircle the familiar curves and warmth of her body. He felt the rise and fall of breath filling her lungs then releasing once again. He could feel the pounding of her pulse as she rested the crown upon his head, a singular mark of favor from her to him.

"You did indeed," he smiled down at her, "But your flowers are not the only gift this night."

He picked her up in his arms. He could have lain her down in a bed of lillies and taken her there, but somehow, he knew that there were still likely prying eyes. The Fae were never shy about intimate things between themselves, but somehow this was different. For Amarante's entire life he had done what Watchers do - he had watched and been involved in her upbringing. Now a child no longer, he would not hurry what would come next between them.
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