Lavender & Lilies

Seduction

Lilliana subtly put her hand on Ambrose's arm while they talked in the front of the wagon. Dimitri gritted his teeth.

He couldn't stand the way this was going. He knew that in order to keep the young man from questioning their motives and all, they'd need to erase the tension and Lilliana was working on doing that, but... the prince hated how she had to play up to him so much. Every little touch, every little giggle or... or sexually-charged glance made him want to smack his head against the wooden rails of the wagon and not wake up.

Now that he thought more about it, Dimitri realized he couldn't stand her.

Those hints of wanton desire. That insufferable air-headed behavior. A suck-up nuisance. The way she wore that braided bun on the back of her white-blonde curls like it was some crown of innocence. The pale lime eyes, eyes like a green pair of crafty garden snakes as weaving their into some poor man's heart and sinking their teeth in.

This was the new noble appointed to oversee part of Faerghus? Small that part may be, it was another point against him. Cornelia decided on a young temptress without a care in her country; how fitting. He could understand finding someone that would toss away their dignity to bow and scrape to the Empire, but why in the world would they look for a girl with such two-faced tendencies she'd make a hydra jealous?

It was all the more reason to rip Edelgard's head from her shoulders as soon as possible. To allow this... usurper the opportunity to rule any portion of Faerghus would be nothing short of blasphemy against those who had long protected it, and those who had since then died for it.

Lilliana was leaning over now, that seductive posture accentuating the way her top rode up to expose her midriff, the skin of her toned stomach fairer than the blankets of snow in Faerghus winters. She planted a long, flirtatious kiss on Ambrose's cheek, then went back to sitting normally with a coy giggle. Ambrose's hand came up to touch the spot she kissed, a smile growing on his face as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Goddess, how Dimitri wanted to kick the two of them off the wagon. Now that he thought about it, it probably wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Lilliana would have to run to catch up to the horse at the front, and while Faye might jump off to be with her sister, Dimitri would have the rest of the children. And, hopefully, the other soldiers would be on their way to the castle through a different means of transportation, so there wouldn't be much to hinder the plan.

Ambrose wrapped an arm around Lilliana's back and pulled her closer to him while Dimitri tried his best to stare at his feet. He knew what was happening, and what was going to happen, but he willed himself to ignore it. There was a pause in the rocking of the wagon as Lilliana and Ambrose presumably stole a kiss, and Dimitri's unfortunately competent hearing picked up a girlish gasp and a quiet chuckle after a small thump.

There was a sigh. Finally, the wagon started up again. Dimitri played with his fingers to keep himself occupied.

Lilliana climbed into the back of the wagon with the children. "Sorry it took me a second to get back here," she pulled a sniffling David into her lap. "I was talking a little."

Dimitri gave a sneer. "Yes, talking. And how was that?"

She clenched her jaw. "Wonderful. I wouldn't expect you to know what it feels like."

"At least I can hold a conversation without acting unchaste towards whatever poor soul I happen to be speaking with," the prince retorted in a whisper to make sure Ambrose didn't hear. "I don't think the children would mind if you stayed up there with him instead."

Lilliana snorted. "Shut up. You know another thing I hate about you?"

He didn't respond, only lifting his chin defiantly.