"You're sleeping with me," Qhah-el repeated, making the last strands of Lydia's patience snap.
She stood.
Within a few seconds, she has closed the distance between them.
Her right hand settled on his shoulder, nails digging into his shirt and skin as she gripped his jaw with her left hand and made him look up at her.
Qhah-el looked unfazed, but she didn't care.
"Does Your Highness desire to sleep with me that much?" Lydia said as she tilted her head to the right, eyeing him without fear as she pressed her fingers deeper into his cheeks.
"I was hoping you'd be more considerate, Your Highness," Lydia said as she softened her grip and slid her hand down to caress his lower lip.
Qhah-el internally flinched at that unfamiliar touch, but outside he remained still, just searching her eyes.
Looking at his calm exterior and his lust free orbs, Lydia slid her hand down to his arm and rested her forehead on the crook of his neck and shoulder. "I'm really exhausted, Your Highness."
