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He shook his head slightly. "It's not that important. Just that she knows who I am."
He closed his eyes for a moment. "I want to make you happy."
He shook his head slightly before he slipped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "You know I love you, right?"
He nodded slightly and followed her out. She would be able to tell he was tense. Something was bothering him.
Zerras was still frowning, his brows furrowed. He looked over at her, almost in shame. "It's okay, June."
He quieted, looking down again with a small frown. "..I know."
He relaxed a little, but looked up at her. "I don't intend to hurt her nor do I intend to flee," he said slowly, his brows furrowed. "So I...
He leaned against the table slowly. "Yes I do," he told her quietly. "You don't know how I feel, but I am telling you that I do love her."
He looked up at her sharply. "She knows that I do. She knows that."
He looked up at her in surprise and she would see his own frustration flash in his eyes. "I'm not bad. I'm not trying to get to the throne. I.."...
"Yes," he said quietly, his brows furrowed. "She knows."
He didn't reply for a moment, folding his arms nervously as a small frown crossed his face. "Are you going to turn me in?"
Zerras was watching her. After a moment he exhaled and set the dish down, standing straight and turning to her.
Zerras laughed and shook his head as he continued to help with the plates.
He laughed a little, raising an eyebrow. "You think so?"
Zerras had finished his food and began stacking the plates, pursing his lips slightly.
He watched her go with a small frown before heading back inside with a sigh.
He was watching her, his gaze soft. "I love you too."
He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her gently.
He tilted his head for a moment. "June, wait," he called, going back to grab something. He returned after a moment, offering one of his shirts....
