Laughter trips from her lips. “You understood more of that than I thought you would. I almost didn’t say it.”
“Please tell me you meant it.”
She turns serious as she glances away. “I did, but...”
Sighing, he leans back in his chair and wills the fire filling him to cool. “But not yet.”
As she meets his gaze again, her eyes are full of heat. “Soon. All right?”
“You’re treaty-bound to make good on your offer,” he says before he can talk himself out of it. “I’m going to hold you to everything you promised. At least everything I understood.”
To his relief, she grins. “And what do I get in return, my prince?”
“For that? Anything you want.”
She laughs and picks up her fork again, and they return to their waffles.
That wasn’t so hard.
I Like You More Than Glop
Episode 73
“Youneedtoeatsomething, my littlest love,” Queen Nestraya says softly to Cerian, and Arisanna holds back a sigh.
He pulled up a chair to Elowyn’s side of the bed hours ago and hasn’t moved since. His breakfast went untouched, and his lunch seems to be facing the same fate.
“Shall I send for something else?” Arisanna asks.
It’s Nunian food. A hearty stew this time. It was a delightful taste of home for her, but she didn’t miss the disgust that flitted across his eyes when he saw it, though he quickly schooled his features.
Breakfast was an egg and potato casserole, and he barely glanced at it.
“Cerian,” the queen says again, more firmly this time, and he looks up at her. Unspoken words seem to pass between them, and he closes his eyes briefly before finding his feet.
Without a word, he lifts the tray and heads for the door. Is she supposed to join him?
“Cerian,” his mother says, and he glances at her before swinging his gaze to Arisanna.
How do they communicate so well without speaking? Perhaps the queen knows her son well enough to convey her thoughts with looks and glances. It’s a language he seems to speak well. One that requires few words from him.
And Arisanna can read his eyes easily now. She’s definitely supposed to go with him wherever he’s headed.
She hurries to open the door, and together, they slip into the hallway.
“Forgive me,” he murmurs. “I forget you can’t read my mind.”
She barely resists laughing at his words, but she can’t hide her smile, and his lips twitch in response.
He leads the way to their room, and she follows him inside. He must want privacy while he attempts to consume the human food.
To her relief, it seems he meant for her to join him all along, and she wasn’t an afterthought.
Even if he forgot to tell her that.
He sets the tray on the table, but before he can sit, she takes his hand and tugs him toward her. “You look like you need some love.”
Without warning, he slides his hands into her hair and pulls her into a hungry kiss.
