Memoirs of the Nobel and Most Ancient:
Prompt: Claim
Cedrella sat in front of the mirror in her room as a small sigh escaped her lips. A hand came up and ran across the marks on her neck before letting out a small giggle. She just had gotten back from spending time with Septimus, face soon feeling flush from what had happened.
While they hadn't done more than just simply kissing, it had all felt wonderful. She knew she was going to have to cover up the marks on her neck, but she didn't want to. It felt like she had been marked, she had been claimed.
Another sigh escaped her lips as he picked up her make up and began covering it up.