The King took the slap with a smile. “Oh? Does it now? I thought that referred to dancing,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips, “Though I dare say that’s where it all started.”
His arms ever wrapped around his family, he gazed down at his Queen lovingly. “I still remember that ball, the time I first met you.”
The dance. The first steps into courtship. That’s how it was done, and the King’s experiences had been no different.
With a laugh, the Queen nodded.
“As I recall, you stepped on my feet at least twice during our first dance together,” Idun said, the playful smile still on her face. “Honestly, how could I do anything but fall in love with you?”
But her thoughts travelled back to that night as well. Finally being rescued from dusty conversations by a handsome prince asking for a dance. And now here they were, not all that long later, with a child held between them. A little princess, all of their own.