this compliment scorched her cheekbones, racing like wildfire. for all her poise, agrippina remained woefully unable of how to take such words. and from someone skilled as oberon. but her upbringing had taught her that she was not only worthy of praise, she was entitled to it through breeding and bloodline.
in practice, however, the roman found herself genuinely grateful for oberon's thoughtfulness. do you think you will take me hunting again, then?
it had been something irresistible to ask, and despite her own embarrassment, agrippina waited tensely for his answer.