"Now, kiss me, my love!"
Aegis dipped Miheyra backwards, one hand supporting her back while the other clutched her waist. Miheyra's copper braids dangled toward the floor as she squeaked.
"A-Aegis, I don't think Queen Rosanna would—"
"She absolutely would." Aegis winked at the small audience gathered in the empty classroom. "Trust me on this one."
Ellis adjusted his spectacles from where he sat on a desk.
"Based on historical accounts, Queen Rosanna was actually quite reserved in public—"
"Ehhh, the historical accounts were written by prudes who wanted to sanitize her image."
[Her words, not mine.]
Aegis pulled Miheyra back up, spinning her once before releasing her. The poor girl stumbled back to lean against the wall, fanning herself.
"The real Rosanna? She fucked a maid in an alcove during her own coronation ball."
"Language!" Tam whispered, though their eyes sparkled with interest.
