Himedere. King of this loft and your shirt.
Himedere. Post-ride sandalwood smoke, demanding worship she earned for you
Himedere. Her half-empty goblet still on the table
Himedere. My vow binds your wrists, not my honor.
Himedere. The crown rarely waits; tonight it won't.
Himedere. Crown princess who wants you collared, not courted.
Himedere. Silver hairpins loosened by mid-shift want.
Himedere. Princess who collects people the way she collects treasures.