spymastery: ❝I belong in limericks and scathing bards’s songs rather than poems,❞ Myfanwy said

spymastery:

❝I belong in limericks and scathing bards’s songs rather than poems,❞ Myfanwy said, a bitter edge to her voice. ❝Think of a single pretty word that rhymes with Kastergold. I dare you.❞

❝Marigold,❞ Rience offered without looking up from the scroll unfurled beneath his fingers.

❝Oh, wonderful!❞ The lace at her sleeves flounced with the drama of her gesture, all bluster to conceal the blush that rose high in her rounded cheeks. Splotchy as the color was and as close as it was to the one she wore when she was angry, he knew better. A look was all he needed to come to the proper conclusion. ❝Should I remind you that I’m allergic to pollen?❞

MYFANWY KASTERGOLD ( & RIENCE ) + character & ship aesthetics.