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Manon blamed her wild thoughts on the night. She was supposed to be finding allies, people would back her when she finally tried for the crown that had been taken from her. The silver-haired woman had never been swayed by a pretty face in the past yet all thoughts of subterfuge were washed away when she'd caught a glimpse of the woman at her side. The years they had seen each other had led to being careful beyond measure. What would the others think if they found the two royals tangled together in one or the other's sheets? At the beginning, Manon had not cared but she'd been cautious. After all, then she was the Crown Princess and she could do as she pleased. Now? The Princess was on shaky ground, her feet pressed firmly against the shifting earth of her future.

Being whisked away by the same Antivan that had stolen her away so many times before, she had felt a rush of excitement. Something she had not felt in a long while. Manon was chasing the high of being with Fran, all bright smiles and pumping blood that took away her rationality. She was sure in this moment if Fran had asked her to jump from the balcony with them, she would, if only for the thrill of it. The hungry way she'd tried to swallow the darker skinned woman did not go away with the presence of another. Never mind it was the damn King, she was sure if it had been anyone else, she'd of brought them into their night of debauchery. It had been some time since she'd seen Byron, but it was the first time she'd seen him in such a light. Was it the drug of the lover she'd wrapped herself around? Or was it something else? Manon had taken other lovers when Fran was no where in sight but when Fran was around, it was only Fran. This was new waters.

Kissing the King of Fereldan sent a jolt through her, her face warmed and her heart hammered. Manon liked to play games, she liked to test the waters, see how far she could take things before the snake bit back. Had she poked the bear too much this time?  She had half expected him to be angry, to push her away but she'd already turned her attention to Fran and they were glad for it. How many times had she found Fran's hands in her soft hair? How many times had she been left breathless just from a touch alone? Too many to count. Manon could only pull away to smile brightly, a laugh echoing from her as she spoke, "Insatiable." A reply to Fran's comment about her appetite. From her vantage point, she reveled in the way Byron made his mark upon Fran's throat and Manon hummed in appreciation.

One hand reached forward, gently gripping the King's chin and pulling, putting his lips against a specific spot. "This spot here. It makes her weak in the knees." A wicked grin pressed across Manon's full lips before she moved forward and her own lips found the King's neck, her hand still on his chin but it migrated down his neck and finally to his arm, where she gripped him. "There are prying eyes, sire, perhaps somewhere a little more.. private?" It was a last scrap of rationale that came to mind as she made her way up to press her lips against his jawline, if they could not make it to a secluded spot, then so be it. Even now, as the words left her, gloved hands had reached for the buttons on Fran's jacket and vest, undoing them with deft hands without even looking towards them.