Meadow

She’s always liked attention and the fact that he is a stranger on an unfamiliar island doesn’t deter her craving for it. In fact, it entices her more, and she finds herself preening at his words and roving glances, her exhaustion forgotten for the sake of flirtations. She’s never lacked confidence and with his obvious appreciation, hers blossoms like a spring flower, driving her to seek more of it if only to further sate her ego.

With every bit of intention, she moves even closer to him - just a hair out of reach, though that’s a problem easily solved, if he’s got the courage to back up his pretty words.

”I think I would be thoroughly disappointed if you were strictly good. It would be incredibly boring,” she teases, looking through her lashes at him with wolfish, daring eyes. He responds to her coquetry just as she’d hoped, desire rolling off of him in waves that could drown these lovely little islands. She can tell that he is holding himself back by the way his muscles ripple, tensed and strung tight beneath his skin as he restrains himself - though, she truly wishes he wouldn’t. It would be much more fun if he didn’t.

”All in good time, Solomon…” She says the name like a sinner says a prayer, like it might bring salvation to her poor, lost soul.

She’s always been good at this sort of game, but it does feel nice to know the boys back home weren’t just humoring her for her status. It makes her feel powerful and she revels in it, flashing him another sugary smile.

When he turns to go, she follows, finally allowing her side to brush against his - just a soft touch before she shifts away once more, as if it were an accident. ”Hmm, where to start,” she muses, looking at him sideways through blonde lashes, her blue eye appraising him. ”They call me a princess back home, but I suppose that’s not truly interesting. I’m not likely to inherit anything with my idiot brother galavanting around. Such a shame, he’s as witless as a rock,” she snorts, clearly exasperated by the events that led to him being the best choice to lead anything.

”I suppose he did one thing right, though. He’s the reason I’m here enjoying the sunshine and the company of a handsome stranger. Told me I wouldn’t swim out past the break. Well...Here I am, and there he is,” she chuckles, dipping her head to snatch a dandelion between her teeth, the bittersweet flavor bursting pleasantly across her tongue. ”Bet he’s shitting himself trying to explain that to father.”

How long would it take for them to decide she was dead? Would they miss her?

She can’t find the strength to care - they’d made it clear she was the spare for as long as she could remember. Her absence wouldn’t be anything more than an inconvenience and once less mouth to worry about feeding. ”What’s your story? You look like the kingly sort,” she muses, selecting her words carefully so as to further caress his ego, though it isn’t a lie. ”Is this Cove under your rule, or is it simply bursting with handsome fellows like yourself, all waiting to woo me with pretty compliments and devouring eyes?”