Nivara's blade hovered at Raegar's throat, her eyes locked onto his. Her words hung in the silence. His smirk widened as he reached out, his hands finding her waist with a gentle but firm grip. Before she could react, he pulled her onto his lap, the sudden closeness sending a jolt through them both.
Her breath caught, the Aether blade wavering for a fraction of a second as her body tensed against his. The edge pressed just a touch harder against his skin, not breaking it but close enough to make the threat real, but this only made him smile even more as she didn't move or attempt to.
''You're bold,'' Nivara hissed, her voice a low, dangerous purr, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of intrigue that matched his own audacity.
