Then again, the hints were supposed to be obvious. She's been, albeit unintentionally, dropping hints on you ever since you first met you a few years ago.
She was just a wandering cat, whose family was unknown by her for years. It was only fate that she came running here to the castle one day to escape a group of thugs from the outside. Of course, the guards were still wary of the feline suddenly bathing in here. But once she told her take of her orphaned life, Thomas and Madeline quickly warmed up to her, gave her a job, home, and friends, and during those times, she started having a liking to you.
The now known Felicia was then dropping hints on you, but you were blind by them. This one time when you saw her dancing around way too cheerfully at the palace gardens that it was creeping out everyone in the castle. There was also this other time when you saw her drop something while in your room. It was a sappy open that you thought was romantic. You thought that she was taking in for poetry, or it was made by someone else she thought was intriguing.
But what really kicked the fan was that time she fell into the moat and you went in after her. It was nearly too late when you gave her CPR. Luckily, no one found out, but when Felicia looked at you, you saw a glint in her eyes. It was then decided that Felicia not only like you, but loved you.
You just realize this now that you came back to reality. You look at Felicia, who had a nervous look.
"Uh, ma-maybe I was too demanding or quick, but it's okay if you don't want to go, I completely understand th--" you grab her hands, making her stop.
"Would you like to go now?" you ask. And could've also sworn that you heard a suppressed squeal that sounded like a meow. She nods and you hold your arm out to get hers, which she eagerly does. A walk out, and soon you're at a not-too-but-fancy-enough diner where you said you'd buy.
"Oh, (your name), I'm glad you brought me here," Felicia states. "It's one of my favorite places."
"No problem, Felicia," you reply. Once you are done with your order, Felicia looks at you with a lustful expression, forcing your eyes to be stuck on her. You both lean in closer, and closer, up to you feel her whiskers, and then...
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