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He looked playfully offended, tilting his head. “Do I smell?”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and he would see her tilt her head almost curiously, approaching the feeling as if it were a friendly stranger. Her...
He tilted his head before giving her a playful smile. “You always do,” he replied smoothly.
Her shoulders relaxed and she leaned down a little, brushing her fingers gently over the surface of the wood.
He frowned, considering her before tucking her hair behind her ear and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “You don’t have to.”
She looked up at him thoughtfully, evidently finding comfort in his eyes. She looked back down and her fingers loosened as she tilted her head...
He frowned before nodding a little. “Are you going to tell him... about us?”
She frowned, looking a little nervous. “Maybe,” she mused, placing her hands over the sticks in the fire pit.
“Do you want me to talk to him?” he suggested. “Or I could maybe come with you and share thoughts between the two? It might be easier if he can...
She paused, tilting her head as she thought back. “When I called you a wiener? Yes.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. He did sound genuinely remorseful. “You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to.”
She tilted her head up to look at him, her face growing eager at the words. “Really?”
He looked up at her and his frown deepened. “What are you going to say?”
She looked down at the hem with a frown before kneeling by the fireplace. “Okay. I got it.”
He nodded, coming back over to the bed. “Yeah. Benedict Luther.” His expression was a little troubled.
She looked down in surprise at the bags. “No! I forgot,” she replied, slipping off her cloak and shrugging on the yellow cloak. It was clearly...
He seemed confused, but opened the door. A guard stood there, frowning. “Mr. Luther, the Queen has asked you to meet her in the war room in an...
She led him to a small alcove against the village walls. She had set up a fire pit, but hadn’t lit it, not wanting to draw attention to the site...
He frowned before sitting up, getting out of bed. “Go back to sleep,” he said gently.
“I did,” she replied. “I think it’s going to be a good spot.” She tugged him forward. “C’mon.”
