but recently, the flames are getting out of control; any

[weed]

I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire “Ah, how horribly rude of me,” he says with exaggerated embarrassment, his eyes going wide as he takes a step away from her to bow his elegant, slender head toward the ground. “Queen Raven, is it?” In his pleasure, he cannot stop his lips from curling in the corner, his eyes flashing in delight at having guessed correctly at her new past time. “I will remember to show you the respect you deserve.” He wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. But it was fun to pretend. Stepping closer to her, his lets his mouth graze over her neck, lingering for perhaps was longer than respectful, but delighting in the show. “I probably should not touch the Queen like this,” his often silky smooth voice has a rare husk to it, the sound welling from his throat and manifesting into a low growl. “This is not respectful at all.” Not respectful, but it was something—something dangerous. If she had overthrown her father and ran the kingdom solo, then there certainly was fun times ahead for them both. He may just throw his hat back into the kingdom politics ring on the chance that it was not always the terrible bore that it had been last time. With her at the helm, he doubted it would be. “You know, my schedule has opened up,” he murmurs into her neck, not lifting his head from where it rested, his breath rolling hot over her flesh. “If you are in need of a diplomat.” There is a throaty laugh as he pauses, feeling the sparks fly between them, “Although I must warn you that I am not the best diplomat in the traditional sense of the word.” He was many things. Diplomat was not one of them. { W  E  E  D } carnage and glenna’s plant manipulating monster