His lips gently laid their flesh on the Lady's blossoming middle finger, pressing tenderly on her skin, leaving the feel of their moisture behind as his straight Grecian nose traced the finger's extension grazing it softly.
Lastly, his thumb stroked its nail as he held her hand high to cover his mouth from her sight. Only permitting her eyes to see the eyes pertaining to the soul committing itself to her being.
Before, speaking to the unseemly impressed Lady, he finished his compromise within the privacy of his thoughts...
'... Unbeknownst to you, this is my pledge... I shall grab hold of your sanity, just as you have robbed me of mine, My Dangerously Mystic Lady.....'
"I am... expectant to the days we are to share during your delightful stay in the Palace, Lady Marianne..."
*******
'I'm f****d.'
This guy is giving me all the bad vibes.
He's trouble, I can feel it.
