reticence

It’s odd for him to speak formally so it alerts her, forces her to look up from the brush in her hands. She drags her fingers over filigree as they meet eyes. “Your highness?”With a shake of his head, he takes a sip of his drink. “I told you to use my name when we’re alone.”Reminding her that they’re alone succeeds in melting her interior— emotion and heart puddles on the floor as her shell stays still. There’s a disconnect between what she knows as right and what he encourages. So it’s violating when she takes a step closer to him, not wanting to be heard outside the chambers, to mumble something closer to what he’s asked. “Sir Geto.”---or, the pair is alone in his quarters after time apart