<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>Mirevia bounced on her thighs slowly into a simple little curtsy that he couldn’t see. “As you wish, my King.”<br/><br/>Her hands explored over the surface of her husband’s armor before going to work. She knew it quite well, having polished it proudly herself many times, and put it on him and taken it off just as many. Each little latch and link her hands found quickly, smartly undoing them and removing the armored plates. Each pauldron and brace she laid neatly on a table nearby.<br/><br/>She didn’t hesitate to press herself close to him, the sound of her armor on his as she removed it clinking lightly. Patches of her bare flesh touched the cold metal, raising goosebumps that heightened her anticipation. When she drew close to remove the breastplate, she pressed her lips against the sensitive, vulnerable portions of his neck. The tunic beneath the armor fell away just as deftly under her fingers, but there she stopped then presented herself to him with another simple curtsy.<br/><br/>“Would you honor your humble Queen, my King, and assist me in removing my own armor?” Her eyes flashed as she smiled provocatively. “The journey has made me weary, and I would relish the feel of your hands upon my skin.”<br/>