Word: indiscriminate

Definition: choosing at random without careful selection

Pairing/Character(s): Cornelia x Guilford

A/N: I have no idea why I wrote this pairing. I hardly even read it, let alone write it. I just couldn't choose any other pairing/character(s) for this word! UGH. I really wanted to do something with Lulu but I just couldn't. I know I don't have any readers at all on this yet, but I'm hoping if I put a few more out then I'll get something. Sigh. Dx

Disclaimer: Disclaimer on Voracious applies

Gilbert Guilford smiled at the bashful couple as they began their first dance as man and wife. Kaname Ohgi twirled Villetta Nu expertly, though a blush colored his light skin. His new wife laughed, and the newlyweds had eyes for no one but each other. Similarly, Guilford found he couldn't keep his eyes off of his vivacious princess.

She was beautiful, to be expected of course. Her long, fuchsia hair was pulled into a ponytail, several loose tendrils framing her face. Her strapless dress hugged her curves tight all the way down to her knees, where it then flared out gently. The black choker she had on matched her black elbow-length gloves and heels. She laughed and Guilford felt his heart beat quicker.

She had invited him with her as her date, not her personal knight. A light, hardly noticeable blush had dusted her cheeks lightly when she had asked, yet her confident voice betrayed none of her anxiety. His face had become even redder than he thought possible, and it was through stutters that he accepted, accompanied by a euphoric grin. She had raised an eyebrow at him, all traces of the blush gone, a smirk replacing it at her knight's brittle response.

It had been weeks since she had asked him to go with her, yet the same question remained in his mind: why had she asked him? Even if she was without her royal status, Cornelia was beautiful and bold and alluring. He could go on for days describing how superior she was to him and still not have enough time. She could have chosen anyone to go with her, someone more debonair and suave and handsome. Someone who could keep her guessing and on her toes, women liked that, didn't they? His princess was too good for him. He shook his head, sighing. He must be looking too much into this. Princess Cornelia had a reason for everything and was anything but careless with her choices.

As if she had felt eyes on her back, and perhaps she did, she turned around and met his gaze with a question in her eyes. He blushed again, apologies flooding out simply from habit. A small laugh escaped her lips and Guilford felt his face warm up once more.

"What?" she asked him, amused. "You've been looking at me like a confused child for weeks now. There must be something bothering you." Despite his blush, he felt proud. Nothing got by the Princess Cornelia li Britannia.

"I've just… been curious," he began, looking away in embarrassment. She cocked her head to the side, the ponytail falling over one shoulder.

"About?" she asked once it became clear that was all he would say. At his continued silence, she rolled her eyes. "You can say what you'd like, Guilford. Tonight you're my date; you don't work for me." He took a deep breath, nodding at her insistence.

"Why was it that you asked me to go with you, Pri-, ah, I'm sorry, Cornelia?" He laughed nervously at her sharp look.

"I told you, stop calling me princess," she ordered him. He nodded vigorously.

"Of course P- Cornelia!" She rolled her eyes, knowing that was as good as it would get at the moment.

"Let me ask you this, Guilford. Why does one ask another on a date?" Cornelia asked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to her right foot. Guilford blinked, thinking for a moment.

"Because they're either romantically or physically interested in the person?" he answered in a question, becoming more confident in his answer when she nodded.

"Now apply that as your answer to your question."

A blush rose onto his cheeks once more, and he mentally cursed his easy embarrassment. And as he couldn't stop the blush from spreading, he couldn't stop his exhilarated smile from growing. She smirked, always the epitome of calm confidence. They turned toward the dancing newlyweds as their dance ended, and Cornelia slid her hand into his without changing her expression. Guilford beamed ecstatically at his sanguine, imperturbable princess though she seemed to pay no heed to his enthusiasm.

His enchanting princess was never indiscriminate; always secure in everything she believed and chose. He squeezed her hand gently and after a moment she returned the gesture, adding even more joy into Guilford's smile.