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Cullen looked up as she spoke, his dark gaze softening at the sight of her looking refreshed. "Stew... There's likely an entire desert rabbit in there, but I'm sure Faye will forgive me." he huffed a quiet laugh and shrugged. "For the potatoes and vegetables too.. And the bread." he smirked...

Cullen felt the squeeze of her hand on his arm and sighed, giving a silent nod in acknowledgement of her thanks. He watched as she turned away, fumbling with the laces of her dress, her smile lingering in his mind as he left her to her privacy. He made his way back to the fire pit, trying his...

Cullen's heart ached as he swept away her tear, his thumb lingering against her cheek. The vulnerability she showed him now was so different from the strong, unyielding heir he had come to know. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to hold her and assure her that everything would be...

Cullen's jaw tightened as he listened to her words, each one sinking in and twisting the turmoil inside him. He looked at her as she spoke, her vulnerability and determination laid bare, and it struck a chord deep within him. "Eira," he began, his voice low and rough, "It's not that simple."...

Cullen winced as she pushed him away, rubbing at the tension in the back of his neck.. "I thought you'd want some privacy.. I'm not taking you back there until you're healed. Your family want to murder you." his brow furrowed at her. He huffed, his head falling back to look up at the soft glow...

Cullen's gaze softened as he listened to her observations. "I do, and it is.." he affirmed, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. "I have my quarters at the Forge now, an improvement from the barracks at the Wall.." He chuckled lightly at the understatement. "But this is the only place I can...

Cullen's arm wrapped protectively around Eira, mindful of her healing wound. As they flew, he couldn't ignore the closeness between them, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her pressed against him. It was a dangerous game.. Meala's flight was smooth and graceful, as was her landing. At her...

Cullen took enough to see them through, wrapping the food into a small bundle as Eira returned. He watched her for a moment, and then continued with the task at hand. "The mountains." he informed her.. "And I'm sure we can squeeze her in.." he smirked, and opened the door. Meala was waiting...

Cullen's throat cleared as he looked down at her, his fingers curling into a fist at his side, resisting the urge to cup her face, run his thumb across the soft pillows of her lips. "I have a place.. Away from the Wall, away from the Forge.." Away from people. "You could rest there for a few...

"Here I am.." he answered quietly, watching her as she spoke and silently wishing his heart would calm. He had hoped she wouldn't mention the kiss, that it was some side effect of delirium and she'd have forgotten about it already, but alas.. "You lost a lot of blood.." he offered in effort to...

Dark brows dipped as Eira spoke of returning to the plateau, a step forward taken as his lips parted with the intention of protesting, but as her dress loosened and she looked back at him, his words stuck in his throat and he cleared it awkwardly. Fucking hell, Cul. "I'll.. Wait outside.." he...

Cullen's hand dragged down his scarred face as Faye passed comment on the tumultuous family he'd found himself involved with, and the warning that came with it.. "Right.." he sighed. "When she asked me to be her ally, I.. I figured she meant squad games, I didn't realise I'd be having to put...

"I think I have a pretty decent idea of what you want, Eira.." he answered gently, a humourless smile on his still-tingling lips. Power. It was all any noble he'd ever known wanted, and it wasn't something he could give her. 'I would... do it again, if given the chance.' His brow furrowed then...

He frowned, and a quiet sigh tumbled from his lips as he saw the sadness flicker across her face, like a stone skipped across a serene lake, disturbing its surface. The complexities she spoke of, the marks on his face and his family name. She would not be putting her lips to him if they were in...

Cullen's heart raced as Eira leaned closer, her soft breath spilling against his cheek before he felt the gentle brush of her lips. His mind raced with conflicting emotions, a tumultuous storm of relief, gratitude, and an inexplicable longing stirring within him. It had been so long since anyone...