[ Archer would recognize her anywhere. The kind of person who effortlessly draws the gaze of others, he's actually been watching her for quite some time. Though initially, upon seeing the blond hair and petite, yet elegant figure, his heart skipped a beat, it quickly turns cold. Her demeanor is too cold, even for the King of Knights he once knew, and then of course, there's the color of her eyes, the inky black of her dress that reminds him too much of the tainted armor he'd last seen her in.
There is no point, he eventually decides, in avoiding her or pretending she does not exist. What is, is, and cannot be undone.
So he walks up to her. He's never liked formal wear much, but he manages it just fine. ]
I have to admit, I'm surprised.
[ If she looks, she'll note the dark line on his throat marking him as a Submissive. ]
» The Key to Hearts
There is no point, he eventually decides, in avoiding her or pretending she does not exist. What is, is, and cannot be undone.
So he walks up to her. He's never liked formal wear much, but he manages it just fine. ]
I have to admit, I'm surprised.
[ If she looks, she'll note the dark line on his throat marking him as a Submissive. ]
That dress is quite flattering on you.