Delora held steady against the tickly feathers dusting her face. The maid frowned and stared at her intently.There's nothing to see here, dear please move along. The maid lowered the duster and gave her a final glance. "Why would the king keep such childish trinkets?" She shook her head. "He could at least give them to Emalaigne instead of locking them away." Her shoes clicked against the floor as she turned and exited.

Delora heaved her baited breath and released a sigh. She waved her hand and grew to her normal size in a flash. She dusted off her violet dress and a scowl fell upon her face. Lucette is taking far too long. As much as I enjoy hiding out in enemy territory, this is far too risky. She grunted. There's nothing to be found here anyway. She turned and eyed the dolls she had camped around during the day. But the maid's question remains. Why would the king have kept Lucette's room as it is?

A slow creak sounded from the door. She froze. "Hello, Lady Delora." A smile crept across her face. She whipped around, mischief shining in her eyes.

"It's good to see you, Sir Mythros." She stepped toward the green-haired witch. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"How have you been, my beautiful sorceress?" He pecked her lips.

"Oh, same as usual." She shrugged. "But I'm quite well now that you're here. What about you, great warlock?"

"Wonderful." He pulled her hand to his lips. "Have you discovered our secrets yet?"

"No, but I'm getting closer." She winked. "I'll have your fiendish plans figured out soon."

"Will you leave me once you have?"

"Never." She smooched his cheek. "No matter how cold your heart is, my dear Myth, I'll not leave you."

"And though my queen is my master, I'll never betray you to her." He leaned in to plant his lips on hers. "This will stay our little secret."

A/N: Yes. I ship this. Seriously, though, it would be so cute! Also, this is really just a sample- I'm thinking of doing more with this ship CX

Hope you enjoyed~