He pats your leg a bit roughly, and if you didn’t already have such a tight rein on your facial expressions, you’d have flinched. “They were a bit noisy, to be sure. Certainly forward, too! I had to move a few back! The rest of your brother’s lackeys weren’t up to snuff!” He sniffs loudly, and shifts, clothing rustling and hand almost leaving your leg. Only the tips of his fingers remain. You think he might have looked back at the other guards as if to make a point. It makes the corners of your lips turn upward in a smile. Just a little, anyway.
finally updated this sucker after 6 months. thanks for everyone’s patience!!!
