C h i v a l r y [Diarmuid Ua Duibhne/Reader Drabbles]

His amber eyes seemed to glow in the dark, whilst his master's growing flush seemed to light up the opposite end of the room. His tone was as silken as ever, "What is the matter, Milady?" Her throat once again began to clench up, the feeling of breathlessness making yet another recurrence. She couldn't bring herself to utter those three fateful words, but she knows that she has to say it--she needs to say them; and so, she tries to regulate her erratic breathing, and struggles to continue her thought.

"Lancer . . . I--"