npc: the princess was getting married. Word got out. She never knew what happened to the friend she had been forced to exile, and would have a heavy heart for a good long time.
Cesidia’s eyes widen. “But... what do you want then?” She blushes faintly and leans into him. “I want you, but this isn’t about me,” she whispers in his ear.
Cesidia smiles. “Silly man, you already have it.” She puts his hand on her heart and her pulse quickens, and she puts her hand on his heart. “See? It feels your touch and it calls out to you. It’s yours.”
Cesidia grabs the lapel of his jacket and pulls him closer to her, deepening the kiss as she kisses him back. “I want to be with you.. forever,” she murmurs.
Cesidia sighs softly. “If we’re going to see my parents, it might be best to do it before I turn into a demon.” She chuckles a little and lays her head on his shoulder.
He shrugs. "I have no idea what you consider 'indecent'. Things in the underworld only wear minimal clothing, unless it's armor or a status symbol. That's up to you to decide."
Cesidia sighs. "What I consider indecent to meet my parents would be anything that would make a goblin think I'm offering myself." She frowns. "I wish I hadn't left my dress behind."