Saint:
Bain's form stretched to his nine-foot form at Rowan's words. Why would she even think rejection was a possibility? I love Diathorne and my people, but before I would reject her, I would hand her the keys to the kingdom on bended knee.
"I have spent weeks dreaming of the ways that I will worship you, there will be no rejection from us, and if you decide to reject us, I will not accept it. You and Saint could drag me through hell, and as long as I still stood at your side, I wouldn't care." He towered over her, taking her by the hand, and with one soft kiss across her knuckles, she looked upward at him with innocently wide eyes. She stood with what little room was left between them, her chest rose and fell with everything she was dying to say, and between her licking her soft lips
