Wildest Dreams

She was supposed to be with friends, well, other minor nobles who had the misfortune of being fellow prisoners of the Archon. They were permitted to roam the City as long as no-one attempted to leave without permission so the group had enjoyed moving between the various favourites until now. Now she had lost them, striding into the next bar alone and unsure, gaze searching for her friends but attracting the attention of the bard, or minstrel that was performing.

There was a confidence in his stride, the song falling effortlessly from his lips and as he circled. Seraphine found herself following, feet easily turning in place and offering a shy grin. He was bold, certainly. She played up to his game, leaning in and then turning her head away in a flirtatious dance of glances and grins.

Allowing him her hand, the young woman laughed, You’re a performer, if you weren’t forward, how would you feed yourself? Besides, don’t cats always get the cream? She’d hum, hand giving a gentle squeeze before slipping free to turn, eyes again on the search.

You haven't seen some other girls, Palace ones?

@Yoonjie