Prophecies, Bloodshed, and Gays

"Oh you are sweetie. Trust me. Soft as a petal, makes a girl want to settle."

Nahi choked, coughing as their lungs decided to take a vacation.

Shara stepped closer, smiling wider and winking again. This one was entirely too cute for their own good.

Nahi tried to make it look like they weren’t cowering. Why? Why? Why?

Shara's smile didn't waver. "So sweetie, care to share your name?"

Nahi swallowed. Words. Words were things. That they should use. Yeah. “Uh… Nahimana. Kadoka. But you can just… call me Nahi.”

"Nahi. Oooh that's beautiful. A pretty name for a pretty flower" Shara held out her hand. "And I'm Sharanya, but I go by Shara."

Nahi’s knees felt weak. “C-cool.”

Shara pouted. "Not gonna shake a lowly peasant's hand princess?"

Nahi gasped sharply, their mouth slamming shut. They rushed forward and very quickly shook Shara’s hand.

Shara shook their hand happily. "Thank you sweetie."

Nahi couldn’t stop the embarrassing whine that left them, their knees dangerously close to giving out. This felt like an onslaught. This felt like war.

"You doing okay there sweetie?"

Nahi nodded. This was fine. Totally, completely, absolutely fine.

"Wonderful darling."