From Engagement Rings to Morning Zings

Coco's laughter echoed softly in the dimly lit chamber, her gaze steady as it met Devante's. A kill-order? My, my, are you attempting to frighten me? Her tone carried a hint of amusement, lips curving into a sly smirk as she observed the reactions playing across his features. And what if I said that Rivain will be a nation again? she mused, a playful glint dancing in her amber eyes.

Would you march off to the King with tales of my treason, dear Devante? Her voice dripped with mock innocence, a challenge laced within her words. Because if you don't she continued, her breath teasingly close to his ear, then maybe you aren't truly loyal to Antiva's cause after all.