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Veronica was much like a dancer herself. Each movement of hers was graceful and powerful as she stretched and lifted weights, and the outline of her body as she threw a punch was nothing short of magnificent, Dolcinaea thought as she watched her.
Dolcinaea took a sip of her tea, and the blue sky above was a welcomed sight after that unnatural night. Sweat glistened on Veronica's skin, and her white shirt was tight, accentuating her muscles and ample breasts, and she closed her fingers into a fist, checking the cloth that bound them; to protect the joints, she had once told Dolcinaea.
She glanced at Dolcinaea over her broad shoulder, and that look of devotion in her steel gaze always sent shivers down Dolcinaea's spine. What fools her family had been, unable to accept that strength of hers. Yet, Dolcinaea corrected herself with a chuckle, if not for her family's narrow-mindedness driving her away, their paths may never have crossed.
That Veronica had sworn her strength to Dolcinaea - she could think of no greater honor.
Dolcinaea shut her eyes for a moment, imagining the feel of Veronica's muscles beneath her skin. She knew every inch of Veronica's skin, and where precisely to touch Veronica to unravel her and make her beg for more, and how perfectly her body fit against Veronica's. Most of all, she loved it when those strong arms held her close.
And during that long night, the warmth of those muscles had especially been appreciated. Dolcinaea was a prideful woman, of that she would happily admit, but she could not imagine herself without Veronica's strength.
Veronica clenched her fist, her arm muscles straining against her tight shirt. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Dolcinaea knew. Veronica could be much like a stone, solid and patient, and when she moved, it was always with a careful deliberation and never wasteful. With one strike she could take down anyone who dared threatened Dolcinaea. But she was merciful as well; she had held back in her fight against Agnea, and Dolcinaea taken that opportunity to put a new plan into motion.
A smile had tugged at Dolcinaea's lips. Yet the Grand Gala hadn't gone quite as she had planned, and seeing Agnea shine so brightly had awakened something new in herself. Maybe she had simply remembered joy, the joy that Cuani Bristarni had once taught her. After the festivities, Veronica had told her that her smile was more beautiful than ever, and she could not remember the last time she had felt so fulfilled.
"Veronica," Dolcinaea said as she stood. More than anything she was grateful the two of them could greet another dawn together.
"What is it, my lady?" Veronica asked, letting her hand fall to her side. In the sunlight, her height and musculature seemed to shine.
Dolcinaea wrapped her arms around Veronica's waist from behind, pressing herself against that broad, solid back. She felt strong muscles tense beneath the skin, and listened to Veronica's heartbeat. "The dawn is certainly beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," Veronica said quietly, turning to face Dolcinaea. "And so are you."
Dolcinaea laughed as she threaded her fingers together at the back of Veronica's neck, and she drew Veronica closer for a kiss.