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God the tower was hot this time of year. It was of course today of all days that Magician Lucas decided to drag his dear princess, Athanasia up into that stuffy, dusty tower simply because he could, under the guise he needed her help with some paperwork, otherwise she simply wouldn't have bothered.
Athy and Lucas have been playmates since they were young, and although they simply look like close friends from the outside looking in, if you get close enough to them to see them alone, you can see for sure that they are much, much, much more than that. With Athy's doting father always watching over her like a hawk, she wasn't sure she'd like to see the bloodbath that would take place on palace grounds if her father, Claude, knew about her and Lucas. So, they (she) decided it would be best to keep things quiet for the time being, at least until she was 20.
Their relationship had been building up for quite a while, with quick glances, cheek kisses, hand holding and sneaking off together since their early teens, but it wasn't until the night of Athanasia's 18th birthday that Lucas had finally made a proper move on her. Now it's been a couple months of sneaking around behind the Emperor's back so they've gained some romantic comfort you could say.
"Lucas, why did you even bring me up here? There's no paperwork that's been left undone." Athy said, unimpressed. She clearly knows he has something up his obnoxiously long sleeves.
"Well that, my princess, was simply a little white lie." He took a pause to walk around the centre mage table and take a seat on the dark indigo-coloured armchair under a small square-shaped window. “I just wanted to get you away from your maids and alone.”
That made Athy both a little nervous and excited at the same time. “The way you said that made it sound like you wanted to murder me.” She joked, awfully covering up her flustered state.
“So you don’t want a kiss?” Lucas teased, and let out a small flirty laugh.
“Well I didn’t exactly say that…” Athy teased back, still slightly flustered but gaining in confidence by the second. She began walking over to the armchair that Lucas stayed sitting on and bent slightly to plaster a tender kiss on his forehead, before peppering more kisses around his face in a weird little pattern. “Is that good enough for you?” She joked as she began to straighten up preparing to go and snoop through all his drawers and bookshelves.
“Not even close.” He said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of his lap. Athy let out a small gasp of horror before calming herself.
“What was that for?” She said, naturally quite a bit upset at Lucas.
“I wasn’t done with kissing yet.” Lucas shrugged.
“Okay fine, 5 minutes. Jeanette is coming for tea in 2 hours and I’ll need to help with preparations in the garden.” She said before gently wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close into a slow and kind kiss. Lucas quickly deepened the kiss pulling her up closer to himself, before letting go a brief moment to kiss down her jaw to her neck and back up to her lips. As things progressed, Athy found her hands wandering over Lucas’ back and up into his hair to ruffle it up, while Lucas had one hand on her cheek and the other under her knee to stabilise her. Things were getting slightly out of hand with heat rising through the room more monstrous than before.
*Knock knock*
“Princess Athanasia? His majesty is requesting your audience.”
That made both Athy and Lucas jump out of their lust driven daze.
“Uh- I- I should go…” After-make-out conversations were not her specialty.