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He kissed her back gently. "I love you too. You want some breakfast?"
She looked up at him, frowning. "What? No."
He laughed, kissing a line along the bridge of her nose. "Big mistake."
She considered this, tilting her head. "I see..."
He kissed her temple. "They're on a rotating schedule, but you have one main one who I trust. I think that'll be best..."
"What are you thinking?" she asked curiously, looking up.
"For lunch. Is that okay?"
She looked up at him thoughtfully. "I love you too."
"I do," he said, rubbing the back of her neck gently. "We'll go meet them today."
She rested her head in the curve of his neck, falling quiet.
"I think you'll like them," he said gently, kissing her forehead. "One of them in particular, I think you'll like."
She looked over at him fondly, kissing his cheek gently. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, bodyguard, for the most part. Only two if there's something severe happening. They won't bother you, and they won't be intrusive. They'll...
She sighed playfully, turning away from him to study the map on the wall. "Upsetting."
"Nothing scary," he promised, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "I just... I want to assign some bodyguards to you."
She leaned over his shoulder, looking at what he was doing, her hands behind her back. "Anything interesting?"
He kissed her cheek gently. "Thank you, Princess," he said quietly. "I need to talk to you about something."
Ophelia came in, looking down at the table. She wore a red shirt and jeans, and her hair was down today, falling around her shoulders. "What're...
"You did?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
(...zoop?)
