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"I wouldn't say mostly," he said with a small shrug. "Your loss took a toll on me." * * * They were walking home later that night. Clara was a...
He gave her a small smile, raising one eyebrow. "A little rough," he admitted. "But okay." * * * (Zoop?)
He returned to his work, setting upon dusting the corners of the room. "I haven't let any of the servants in here," he said bitterly. "I didn't...
"I never had any doubt," he teased, raising an eyebrow. * * * "Want to kiss you? Yeah. Is this going to be a problem?"
He gave her a small smile. “There is nothing you could do wrong in my eyes, Wren,” he said gently. “Don’t fret.” *** “Do what?” she asked,...
He looked down at her, frowning. "It's not something I have the ability to dictate," he said heavily. "I have to marry her, Wren." * * * She...
He frowned, looking down at the ground. "I don't think so either, obviously. But... I have to do what's right for the kingdom." * * * She...
He shrugged slightly, his mood having been dampened. “We’ve won the war, but after you left, the future was uncertain and I just... we needed...
He glanced over at her, a sour look on his face. “Yes. My fiancée,” he said dryly, dusting off some books. *** She looked up at him with a...
"Well, we can't have that," he said playfully. "I'll have Catarina commission you a room." * * * She slipped her arms around his waist, pulling...
He gave her a grin. "So, you'll never leave me again?" * * * She noticed his hesitance and frowned before nodding. "Yeah. Again!"
"Are you with me again, then?" he asked after a moment. "Permanently?" * * * She was watching him thoughtfully, her smile still soft and present...
He huffed, continuing to put the books away. * * * She gave him a small smile before the music started up again.
He continued working, glancing over at her. "What?" * * * Her face softened and she reached up to cup his jaw gently, her thumb tracing his...
He nodded, gesturing to the chair before continuing to work. * * * Her arms draped around his shoulders as they spun faster and faster. The...
"Wren, please," he said, his voice sharpening a little. "Please." * * * She laughed, twirling with him easily like she had been doing it for her...
"I'm serious, Wren," he said, frowning. "You shouldn't be doing this." * * * She pulled him close to her and began to dance with him like they...
He rolled his eyes. "Easy, tiger. You're still mostly dead." * * * She took his hand again and pulled him into the crowd.
"I let you in on the assumption that you would guard me," he said stiffly. * * * She laughed slightly, dropping his hand and turning to him....
He shook his head. "No. You're under my orders," he said playfully. "Go sit down, Guard." * * * They went into the house. The sounds of voices...
