Great, Duchess likes him. Now as long as… Arthur peers at Shae’s face, and all his thoughts disintegrate until they’re no more than the dust in the air. The necromancer’s smiling. He’s practically glowing, eyes shining as he stares up at Duchess. There’s something fragile about the expression, and Arthur wonders when the last time he smiled was. Wonders what it would take to get him to smile again. “She’s so nice.” Shae turns to Arthur. “Can I pet her?” Arthur wonders how he’ll survive the direct force of Shae’s smile turned towards him. His blood pools low in his stomach.
