Cecilia allowed his lust, leaning into it like a plant into the sunlight, the sway of her dark, curling frame welcoming the advances.
Why, Tiberius! Don't play coy with me. Painting yourself as an innocent, lonely, heartbroken, frivolous bachelor. You are not innocent,Cecilia smirked.
Especially, if you go around calling the emporer such treacherous names. Naughty, naughty.She waggled her finger and wriggled her nose, and the vision of him from her perspective calling the emperor a puppet echoed in his mind.
You're trouble,she mused, as the rest of his anti-Orlesiam sentiments repeated in his mind.
Oh darling, why are you ever so riled up?Innocence in satire of his own.
Do you want to mediate your political thoughts over drinks with the captain of the guard. He makes a hell of a Margharita!Her eyes brightened. Yes, the Captain of the Guard was entirely numb with violence.
Yes, that would be entertaining.Her smile widened as she thought about it, then abruptly died as she planted her feet back into the moment.
Ignore me amd go home, and I will share your thoughts with our beloved Captain. Also, I will exhume the remains of your dead lover and pour them down the sewer. I know, I'm petty when crossed. It's a real character flaw, I tell you. Or,her voice sharpened with assertion,
Do my bidding, allow me to make your life harder, and I will make your life better. I will restore her to you, alive and complete.She placed her hand possessively on the bronze plaque.
And you still get get to go home, just with a minor delay and some extra chores,she finished, her voice musical with a troubador's coersion. Stepping closer, she offered him her hand to kiss.
What do you say?
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