he is very dedicated in his duty to his prince, and he wouldn't want to make him rush out of bed. that can only lead to worse illnesses. day after tomorrow might be just what's needed.
his hands are quick to push ciarรกn away, though no amount of speed would hide what had been happening between them. he doesn't know if it is better or worse that it is the king standing in the corridor with them, rather than some drรผskelle, swift in bowing his head, silent.
the words are echoed in a whisper, fingers curled within layers of fabric, and if it were any other time, any other circumstance, he would not be so easily caught unawares.
willingly going where he's directed, corners of his mouth quirking upwards against his lips. he is certain that he will still be able to make the time for that, never fear.
welcoming his kiss as hands fall to his hips to draw him in closer still. he will pray twice daily if he must, he promises that.
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because they have to have faith that there is a higher plan, they just can't always see how it will unfold until it does.
arms wind about him, cheek resting against the top of his head. it will all be fine, in the end, it may just take some time to reach that point.
he's not sure that even the king could succeed in putting together a wedding large enough to be suitable for his heir without word escaping. don't go yet, then, just a little longer.






