Helaena and who~…?

The princess leans against the tree trunk, resting on her walk through the Kingswood. A much needed escape from the castle that day.

Helaena sucked in her breath, yet her gaze held his without breaking. A resolve not unlike her, but entirely hidden in most situations. Yet, even as her oxygen faltered, a smirk pulled up on her blush brims. “Do I really need permission, brother dearest?”

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣

Good morrow to her favorites only.

She had heard the footsteps, and a causal glance alerted her to whom had found her. A slight chuckle as she took a bite of the apple she had picked on the way. “I figured you would find me first…”

She laughed again, this one with a bit more mirth. Helaena could argue she was feeling less connection to the Gods as of late, her visions being a bigger part of that. When he joined her, she gave him a soft smile. “Oh? And not on the hunt for your missing charge?”

Tragedy.⠀ Since it is my day off - expect aesthetics and art today~

————— #SeductiveSunday