He had been curiously absent from her side all the first day. She hadn't noticed at first, she was a busy woman after all. Moving in the rebel groups from one safe house to another was both busy and tedious work. Navigating the movement of supplies, external support, alerting certain persons without alerting others. Fiddly at the best of times, tedious at worst, mind numbingly precious always and broken up with long stretches of movement between the town they had been in Norfolk, moving towards London where she would begin her fight in earnest. Normally, when they were riding their great stretches, she would look forward to his company, his thoughts on the road.
He was curiously absent from her of late. She couldn't place it. At least not to begin with. There was plenty to do, and she trusted him with much and no small of that would keep him busy and away from her, as much certainly kept her from him the same. But when he wasn't there for whatever constituted dinner this time, at the fireside - she began to look for him to check nothing terrible had transpired. Couldn't find him by the third, but it was then, as she caught his eye across camp where he hadn't seemed to notice her watching him - watch her? She shifted her weight, wondering what he was looking at. Up until she finally saw his gaze reach her face and he flushed, darted away with a fixed, serious, confused look that she caught up.
Oh. That was what it was about.
About time, she supposed. Here she was worrying that he wasn't interested.
It simplifies things, the next night. She bathes, smoothes out her hair, doesn't immediately redon her armour. She sends Devi to send him up to her after a brief conversation - ( 'really? Rani?' ) - smiles wanly in return, to herself, and waved Devi on where the younger woman rolls her eyes but goes, always goes.
With her half dried thick dark hair over her shoulder, she doesn't bother to put on her heavier clothes, just the lighter silk clothes she wears underneath. Never was much interested in the tight binding wear that Englishwomen seemed to be trapped inside of. Keeps herself comfortable and pours another glass of wine for her and him to be waiting. Not a trap, she didn't want to push him too hard, just an offer.
She did always like to take her enemies by surprise.
He really shouldn't be surprised. He's not an idiot; he's perfectly aware that he's a rather attractive man and he has looked forward to her company as much as she has to his. And he certainly can't say that she hasn't been in his thoughts as of late.
But, still. Perhaps it's simply because this is so much more straightforward than what he's used to (how very like her) or perhaps it's simply seeing her like this, but he's it's a moment or two after he enters before he regains his senses enough to shut the door behind him.
"You are breathtaking." He steps further into the room, tentatively seating himself beside her.
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But, still. Perhaps it's simply because this is so much more straightforward than what he's used to (how very like her) or perhaps it's simply seeing her like this, but he's it's a moment or two after he enters before he regains his senses enough to shut the door behind him.
"You are breathtaking." He steps further into the room, tentatively seating himself beside her.