[ She catches those hands before they can go. Curling light around her wrists in a touch that barely one, only to direct her back. Turning them up, so that she can drop a kiss into her palms. One then the other, before she leans to press her face into one. Cupping it in the only scrape of affection she dares take.
Because even now, there is the truth. If she is not to go the way of the knights, if she ever not to fall victim to their cruelties, she must remember these moments. ]
And I, you. You have given me more than you even know. One day, I would seek to be worthy of you.
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Because even now, there is the truth. If she is not to go the way of the knights, if she ever not to fall victim to their cruelties, she must remember these moments. ]
And I, you. You have given me more than you even know. One day, I would seek to be worthy of you.