something’s wrong | the-king-of-arendelle + vivatreginax
Though surely the King would have noticed that sarcastic tone of hers, Agdar made no sign of noticing, except perhaps a quick decision to drink some more of that tea.
But when those words came, the teacup was set aside, and the man put an arm around his dear one’s shoulders, a gentle smile upon his face.
“And I you,” he murmured, before leaning down, leaning to her, to meet her lips, to plant a chaste kiss upon them.
Her own teacup was similarly abandoned as she sank into his embrace, an almost silly smile on her face.
Oh, how she was glad they had this. None of the normal stiffness of royalty, but the ease of being a couple. A couple with a growing family, politics be damned. They wanted this second child because they wanted a second child, not to have a spare head to rest a crown on.
"I think I am the luckiest Queen in all of Europe,” she murmured, grinning up at him. “No–not just Europe. The world.”