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"Saliya."
The Priestess' chosen King halts his footsteps, turning to face the woman trudging behind him. Saliya raises a brow as Miku tugs at his silky, almost-transluscent sleeves—she expects him to say something, anything at all.
And he hasn't spoken a word until now. It was awkward, to say the very least, Miku proposes to at least break the ice.
"...What is it that you want, Sayaran?"
Miku's reddish-brown eyebrows press down on her gilded eyes. Wow, rude. The Priestess grips his sleeves tighter, her fingers dig into his skin to elicit any form of reaction from the King.
Though, Saliya gives Miku an intimitating leer of his own—a shimmering one of sapphire blue and emerald green together—locking gazes with her for moments before she flusters from the intensity of his stare, and turns her head away, harrumping.
"...Well, if you're going to call for my attention just to waste my time, you better make it brief."
"It's nothing," Miku excuses herself. "I felt like doing it, just because."
Partially confused, partially annoyed, Saliya raises his brow once more as he eyes Miku up and down.
Then, Saliya puts one foot forward, standing closer to Miku as he stares down on her; intimidated once more, Miku glares up at him back. Saliya cups her chin and blows into her face.
Miku shrieks at the feeling of warm, humid breath creep against her skin, and Saliya gives her a composed, smug smirk.
"Saliya! What the heck was that for?!"
"It's as you said so yourself, Princess," Saliya taunts as he turns to walk away. "I felt like doing it, just because. Now make haste, or I'll leave you behind."
A blush rises up Miku's cheeks, and she complains under her breath as she scurries back to Saliya's side.