iampendragon ;   'I want the K'

8: Eyelid Kiss

They had an opportunity to escape the pleasantries of the Lords and Ladies. He whisked Sarah away to more inviting venues rather than be surrounded by pompous individuals that had only venomous words underlying honeyed tones. Sarah had followed him without hesitation, but not before Aunduin had followed suit and nearly dragged the tablecloth of the buffet table along with him!

With laughter ringing in the air, she did her best to keep up with the King through the corridors, avoiding the guards, until they lost themselves in this labyrinth of stone walls. The folds of her dress billowed about as she desperately tried to hold them up while keeping the mask pressed to her face. She didn’t deny the fact that this was perhaps the most exciting time she had ever since arriving, and it wall because he too felt the same way as she.

With a few sweets in his hand, his highness guided them to a garden in the center of this castle, one that had flowers already blossoming at the rays of sun, which filtered from the clouds at the opening right in the center of this elegant architecture. Sarah lowered her feathered mask and looked in awe as he held out a hand to her, leading her into the garden.

Towers of flowers surrounded them, their scent but nature’s perfume that gently filled the air. It was beautiful to stand here and share it with the King, one who barely knew who she was. He placed the custard tart to her lips as they both chuckled and at their foolish behavior, as she curtsied and took her gift from his fingertips.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, “I was suffocating back there, I am not sure how to repay you.” Gloved fingers brushed at her lips as he leaned in with a smile of his own lighting up his handsome features. Oh he was a sly, beautiful devil. So he wanted a kiss for a reward, so be it! “Close your eyes,” she said coyly when he was almost to her face.

Her hand graced his chiseled jawline and lead his head to tilt down. He could take in the perfume of the blooms, and that of her scarlet curls, whilst she leaned up and pressed her lips to his closed lids. Each one was graced gingerly, which caused him to chuckle quietly. “You almost had me,” Sarah followed his chuckle with one of her own once she had pulled away to look up at his features.

She had, somehow, managed not to press her lips to his own, something that women were not accustomed to avoid around him.