Pink tints my cheeks at the kiss and I smile, moving it to cup His cheek. “Well…I don’t know what I’d do without You so I’m glad we did meet. But I know You’re right. You always are to an extent.” I leaned up a little and pulled Him down enough to kiss Him softly. “I love You, My King.”

(He leans down, minimising the height difference between them, and gently kisses her back. When He pulls back, He smirks knowingly.)

Don’t think, dearest, that I haven’t noticed how you ignored My points about needing a Queensguard… or your impending coronation.

(He then gently “boops” her in return.)


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