_{SHE IS SPRINGTIME INCARNATE : a burst of riotous beauty, flowering radiantly. there are roses in her cheeks to match the blooms woven in amongst her golden crown; a look of SWEET GRACE. but her chin is lifted. REGAL. blue eyes studying with barely concealed curiosity, a slender hand is held aloft as in custom. the gentle kiss bestowed against her skin is lovely enough, but it is the EYES which meet hers that bring a catch to susan’s breath. her own lips part ever so slightly, her gaze transfixed, and she finds herself smiling.}   ❝  YOU MAY _{rise, ser.}   ❞

       _{SHE STIRS, hair a dark spill across pale pillows as she lifts herself onto a single elbow in SURPRISE. there’s the brief thought to pull her blankets up} high _{over the delicate satin of her nightgown, to firmly chastise him or to SOUND AN ALARM. instead, she arches a sleepy brow imperiously, the corner of her mouth TWISTING into a tiny smile.}    ❝  YOU ARE _{highly presumptive, sir, to slip into a queen of narnia’s bed.}  ❞

_{SEND IN A  ‡ TO CLIMB INTO SUSAN’S BED // ACCEPTING.}