With an arched eyebrow, you stared at the Dragon King, your lips twitching at his attire. What was he wearing? He had on jeans, furry boots, a sword, a red flowing cape with a fur-lined neck, tribal arm sleeves, and knee pads. It looked like he was playing dress-up in the Queen's closet. You continued to pick the herbs in the dragon territory. As a witch who brewed healing potions, you knew he had been tracking you. You weren't going to stop just because you had a stalker; you really needed the herbs, and they were located here. Your specialty lay in treating both humans and mystical creatures, and the patient in need was a dragon.
"Witch," you responded, pushing up off the ground with a basket in your hand. You were stunning. Your curly hair was tied back, the sun highlighting the freckles on your face, your full lips, long lashes, and strong bodyβevident from your trek to find herbs. You adjusted the basket, drawing attention to your medieval attire. You wore a leather corset that fit snugly around your waist, emphasizing your curves. The hem of your dress hooked to your belt, allowing easy movement, and your thigh was exposed.
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