#//takes place in the nearish future obv. ehehe

[frauleindermorgen]

a kiss to make the other stop being stubborn

kiss meme

"Look. Stealing all five pairs of my gloves is impressive, Edward, and it certainly sends a message but I am going to help the refugees in the next room over with or without hiding my Brand."

It is still an odd experience to think of Daein palace as her own (though less so now that more than just Sothe have joined her there), but at times like this she is supremely grateful she has a place for the people - all of them - who need her. The contingent from Hattari are weary from the journey and disaster both and if someone hadn't continued to waylay her she would be back in there healing them with Sacrifice now that her magic stores were running so low.

(She should have known better than to walk out of the room. But, contrary to popular belief, the Queen of Daein is aware she will collapse if she doesn't eat.)

"I'm going," she insists, not very queen-like at all as she practically dives past Edward but he's grown so strong, and he catches her effortlessly. She lets out a huff of breath half laughter and half frustration.

"Listen, I would not hear the end of it from King Tibarn if I sent for another Heron royal, so just let --"

She stumbles for a moment as Edward changes tactics, and for a moment as she looks into his eyes she wonders, has she made him angry? She knows he worries, knows his heart as well as her own it feels like at times, and so surely he knows how important this is, surely...

Ah, he's captured her hands. She really doesn't want to have to call Sothe on him, and so soon too (the thought the zephyr might disagree with her doesn't even occur to Micaiah).

"Really, what do you think," she says, and then laughs at the foreign ticklish feeling on her bare palm, "Edward!" oh and the laughter that springs forth as he presses kiss after kiss to her hand is like the light of summer itself; she is a child in this moment, rather than a queen, and the ridiculousness of the situation only heightens that feeling.

"I yield, I yield!" She manages, laughter calming as does her earlier hot-headedness; Queen Nailah was more than a match for King Tibarn, she thinks, smiling back at Edward as her thoughts start to fall into place, and besides Rafiel was always too shy to ask after his siblings himself.

"...alright, I'll pause, at least for tonight. I promise."