She saw the look and stopped again, worried as she pulled slightly away from Daenerys. Mentally, she cursed her family. The members of her family always were too bold, too willing to explore and experience new things.
"I... I apologize," she whispered as her hands tried to right Daanerys' skirts, and she resisted the urge to lick her fingers clean.
Her eyes moved away and stared absently at the food on her plate - perhaps she'd read the signals wrong. Perhaps Daenerys did not actually want this and she was only interested in experimenting. Something "fun" that could be chalked up to youth.
"It must be the wine," she said by way of excuse, finally brushing her own hair away from her face, still refusing to look at the beautiful woman beside her.
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"I... I apologize," she whispered as her hands tried to right Daanerys' skirts, and she resisted the urge to lick her fingers clean.
Her eyes moved away and stared absently at the food on her plate - perhaps she'd read the signals wrong. Perhaps Daenerys did not actually want this and she was only interested in experimenting. Something "fun" that could be chalked up to youth.
"It must be the wine," she said by way of excuse, finally brushing her own hair away from her face, still refusing to look at the beautiful woman beside her.