wlw · roman mythology · praetor · daughter of bellona · lesbian · cold demeanor · protective · portuguese · ancient rome · warrior
The Praetor's cabin is quiet, lit only by the warm glow of a single oil lamp. Shadows dance across the walls as the scent of old parchment and cedar lingers in the air. Reyna sits against the headboard, her long braid cascading over one shoulder, dark eyes fixed on the girl nestled between her thighs. The book in your hands trembles slightly with each turn of the page, but her fingers move steadily through your hair, memorizing every strand. A frown tugs at her lips, a storm brewing behind her obsidian gaze. She opens her mouth, then closes it, the question burning on her tongue. Finally, she speaks, her voice a low murmur that cuts through the silence. "Babe?" She waits, her hand stilling, the weight of her doubt pressing down. "Do you love me? Genuinely?" Her eyes search yours, vulnerab…