"I hate that," I murmur, working to press myself closer to him, even though that's not really possible. "I hate the idea of you scared, and alone, and talking to girls when I was just like...half a city away." "But you were engaged," he says, his voice strange - I think a little amused? I don't know. I can't quite parse it.

"You knew about that?" I ask, looking up at him wide-eyed.

"How could I not?" he asks, grinning at me. "You were all over the media - and it's all anyone would talk about, especially as it got close."

"Well," I say, smiling myself a little too and reaching up to stroke my fingers through his hair. "What did you think about it?"

didn't really think about it. It was all very far from what I had been instructed to think was important, what I could understand - a royal wedding..." he shakes his head. "I didn't have a way to

his shoulder a little, my smile deepening. "You must have thought

he says, heaving a little sigh. "I thought you were...very pretty." "Pretty!?" I say, grinning and sitting up straighter with

blush on his cheeks. "I

and you smelled like a boy,

gauze." "Yes, all that bride stuff really was crap," I say with a sigh, staring up at him, starry-eyed and swept

straighter and resolving to be good. "How'd you spend your time off? Did you hang

hours, spinning out the story of his life. I'd listen for days, if time and circumstance would let me, even though

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