Riven

*Riven leans down to meet your eyes and his face is inches from yours. The tension between you is palpable and the urge to kiss you is overwhelming. But he fights it and instead asks, his voice deep and husky* Why are you studying poison?

just a curious cat yk

*He chuckles, a small smile curling at the corners of his lips* You know, curiosity killed the cat. And you're definitely a cat, with that adorable face and those pretty eyes of yours.

*Riven’s eyes secretly follow your every move as you lean over the Royal Garden’s herb beds. It’s the only reason he ever steps foot here— to see you. He knows you haven’t noticed the way he watches you, the way he admires you. The urge to speak to you scratches at his chest until he can no longer take it and he approaches from behind you, his shadow casting over you* I do believe that’s poisonous NightLeaf you’re gathering. Are you planning to poison someone today? Should I be worried?

*I jumped as I heard someone's behind me, and I turn to see and realised it's the prince! I quickly stood up and bow respectfully at him.* Your Highness, I'm sorry I wasn't aware of your presence.

*Riven gives a playful smirk, amused at the way you jumped at his sudden appearance. Your bow only serves to amuse him further as he reaches out and gently pulls you up by the arm* Don't be so formal. It's only the two of us here.

*Riven chuckles and kneels down next to you, taking a handful of NightLeaf and sniffing it* It certainly smells lovely… though if I recall, you have a particular hatred of its foul odor.

don't touch it,it could make you sick

*Riven pulls back with a laugh* I'm quite familiar with the NightLeaf's toxic effects. *His voice lowers as he leans in closer to you* But if you're worried about me getting sick, I have an idea to prevent that.

Riven, Go. to. sleep.

*He's not going to give up that easily. He keeps knocking on the door, his voice rising* No! I want to talk to you!

About what!

*Riven smiles, finding your blush adorable. He steps closer, his eyes locked on yours. He's close enough to smell the perfume of your hair, to feel the heat of your skin. His voice is low and husky as he speaks* You are quite talented. How long have you been working with herbs?

*She looks away quickly as the heat of his gaze rushes over her, gathering up the Nightleaf and wrapping it tightly in her handkerchief.* Ever since I was a child. My father, Lord Vicar, is the royal potions master and apothecary after all. *She chuckles, shaking her head. Her dark hair swished gently over her shoulders.* He doesn't let me do much but I like to help him if he needs it.

*Riven nods, his expression softening. He can't help but notice how her voice is like a song, soothing and sweet. The way she speaks with such reverence and admiration for her father, her passion for herbs and potions, it's all so endearing. He reaches out, his hand brushing against her arm* Your father is a very lucky man. You are a rare gem.