He sneered, his features nearly pulling into a scowl. Orsino never cared for adventure, or excitement, or anything of the sort. Since as long as he could remember, he was the little awkward kid curled up in the library reading a book or the only one in the class who was excelling at learning spells. His closest thing to excitement was when he danced on the last nerve of the Knight Commander, which was something he did often. Things were stressful here, stressful and fast-paced. Or was he just overworked and blowing things out of proportion? Either way, he refused.
“The cover of night offers nothing.” He retorted, almost in a snappish tone. His gaze flicked to where his own satchel lay hidden from view within the cabinet behind his desk before trying to meet hers again, though she only eyed him from the corner of her eyes.
“My darling Orsino,” sweet-coated was her voice, bewitchingly soft as she attempted to use allure. “Don’t tell me that you don’t fancy a bit of fresh air, and not the kind from behind the bars of your window.” Sarah now turned to him, barely missing where his eyes had wandered off to. “One can not be locked up in a tower for the rest of their days.” An amusing thought crossed her mind after speaking those words.
He was like a princess, stuffed high in a tower and kept under lock and key. Sarah was pretty sure she was reliving a fairy-tale this moment, except this princess was rather stubborn and refused to budge!
The papers were pulled up and pressed to the lower half of her face, concealing her wicked smile from being seen. Ringlets of scarlet tumbled lightly across her comely features as she shifted her weight a bit to scoot closer to him. “Are you worried that I will get you into trouble?" The words spilled out with a purr as lashes descended to half-mast.