ARTHUR'S POV:
“Open wider, Fiona.” Those words sounded familiar, like I had heard them somewhere, or maybe even used them.
Big innocent eyes were staring up at me, wide and blown with lust.
She was beautiful, her skin glistening under the light in the room. Her blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders in a way that I had never seen it before.
It was in this moment that I realized that I had only ever seen Fiona wear her hair in two ways; a very tangled mess, the way it had been while she was a prisoner, and in a bun, the signature hairstyle of the maids.
I had never seen her hair frame her face in an angelic manner such as right now.
She continued to stare up at me with mouth wide open and eyes begging for my next command.
The look was all too familiar.
And yet, it was differ
