— questioned, but she knows valier can hold his own just as well. if not better.

— she, at the very least, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 where most of the princess’ more annoying habits come from.

“hm?” turning back to the other with a raised brow, amusement etches where she tries to hide it. “not particularly, no. why-“ a faux gasp. “are you inviting me, your royal highness?”

— that? of course not. it’s not my secret to tell.”

— the mat: they’ve known each other so long, battled and trained together so many times, she practically has valier’s every move mapped out behind her eyes.

“besides, i’d rather not face a royal scolding for making you all embarrassed. we’ve all had /crushes/.”

— finger lifts in motion toward bee’s chin. “you missed a spot.”

( psd by waatsoned. )