Sparks!

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 hour.”

He squinted blearily before nodding.

“Alright.... thank you.”

The guard departed and he frowned, turning back to her as he closed the door.

 

He nodded, coming back over to the bed.

“Yeah. Benedict Luther.” His expression was a little troubled.

 

He looked up at her and his frown deepened.

“What are you going to say?”

 

“I’m sorry,” he said. He did sound genuinely remorseful. “You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to.”

 

“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 actually feel it.”

 

He frowned before nodding a little.

“Are you going to tell him... about us?”

 

He frowned, considering her before tucking her hair behind her ear and planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You don’t have to.”

 

He tilted his head before giving her a playful smile.

“You always do,” he replied smoothly.

 

He looked playfully offended, tilting his head.

“Do I smell?”

 

“Yesterday morning,” he replied, squinting at her. “Maybe you stink. Fairies don’t smell.”