He looked carefully at her, as if sussing out the truth of what she said and meant, and slowly, his mouth curved into a smile. He kissed her fingertips as they brushed his lips.
He cradled her closer to him, his cheek to hers, turning his nose into her hair, her neck. Part of it was to have her scent in his nose, and the other was to hide exactly how much what he'd read in her face had affected him. He whispered to her, voice very low. "The little queen is good to her knight."
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