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Anna - Cashmere Cutie (478 photos) (Patreon)
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The cobblestone side-street behind the Arendelle Royal Library was quiet at noon (perfect for a princess who needed air). Anna had ditched protocol hours ago, swapping gowns for a soft gray cable-knit sweater-dress that clung like a second skin, the turtleneck framing her freckles, the hem skimming mid-thigh. Black knee-high boots clicked against the stones as she leaned against the brick wall, glasses perched on her nose, braid loose in the breeze.
She told the guards she was “reviewing maps.”
The truth? She was waiting.
He was the palace cartographer (quiet, sharp-eyed, always sketching her in the margins of his charts). He’d left a note in her pocket that morning: Sidewalk. Noon. Bring your smile.
He stepped from the alley, hands in his coat, eyes dark behind his own glasses.
“Research?” he teased.
Anna pushed off the wall, dress riding higher with the motion.
“Hands-on,” she corrected, pulling him into the narrow space between buildings.
The brick was cool against her back. His hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the hem, then higher. The sweater-dress stretched tight as she hooked a leg around his hip, boots framing his thighs. The glasses fogged. The braid came undone.
They didn’t make it past the first page of his notebook.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves as the dress bunched at her ribs, his coat lost on the cobblestones. When she came, it was with her fingers tangled in his hair and her laugh echoing off the brick.
Later, leaning against him on the sidewalk, boots still on, glasses askew, Anna traced a heart in the dust on his shoulder.
“Same time tomorrow?” she whispered.
He kissed the freckles on her nose.
“Every lunch break, Princess.”
Some lessons aren’t in books.
Some are learned on the sidewalk, in broad daylight.
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