A/N: Prompt #1: Colour
He admired the way she turned in one fluid motion, the way the light sprinkled upon her delicate features, the way her cheeks would dapple pink when she'd see his admiring looks.
He adored the way she'd curl into his arms in fall asleep at nights, the soft rhythm of her heart, the subtle whisper of dreams under her breath.
He smiled at the way she'd fuss over him preciously, the way she'd teach him some steps, the ring of her laughter as he stumbled over the simplest move.
Is it hard to say that Duke Vedris loved Yazmín Hebet?