[Waddling around the castle like a pregnant feline had been an awkward affair, especially with so many gazes trained on her. But when she walks beside Berkut, even with the sands exaggerating her swaying, she feels at home.
Without so much as batting an eyelash when he stoops down to pick something off of the ground, she bends at the knees to help him along. There's a glint in her eyes as she smiles.]
My, how pretty. What will you do with it, my lord?
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Without so much as batting an eyelash when he stoops down to pick something off of the ground, she bends at the knees to help him along. There's a glint in her eyes as she smiles.]
My, how pretty. What will you do with it, my lord?