[She could look on with all the disdain, but a pair of eyes were watching her with nothing short of fascination over the edge of his cup. He drank deep of the wine offered, rich and red though it was, but was quickly losing interest in its taste anyhow. No, he'd just seen a familiar face, felt something skip in his chest and was thankful for whatever cursed fae lured not just any woman in, but... her.]
[The goblet was deposited on a nearby table and forgotten. If she wanted to be a little wallflower, then he'll simply keep her company. As a friend.]
...It's a delight to see you never glamour that hair of yours, Lady Valkyrie.
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[The goblet was deposited on a nearby table and forgotten. If she wanted to be a little wallflower, then he'll simply keep her company. As a friend.]
...It's a delight to see you never glamour that hair of yours, Lady Valkyrie.