he can go home .

she's got a headache .

what does he have in mind ?

what if she lies her head on his lap ?

she's too tired to wish anything . but that does sound rather lovely ..

he really is something special

promise to rouse her if she gets too heavy .

has she mentioned yet how she adores his company ?

she adores him most ardently .

remind her to return the favor and braid his hair when her headache goes away .

she looks forward to the day . she's just going to lie down slowly . and enjoy herself .

how does tomorrow sound ? his queen ... softly sighing , leaning up into his hand . chasing the touch .

she thinks she'll give him a braid chain . a series as intricate as her own . that may be the loveliest title she's ever been bestowed . smile spreading , finding his hand and lacing her fingers with his .

she just wants to spend time with him . she doesn't care how , so long as he's there . what does he mean by that ? slowly she moves up to stroke his cheek gently , fingertips moving to glide along his chin . eyes opening and watching him .

humming to herself happily as she flits around the castle . nothing can ruin her mood today .

and by this , she assumes he means he's going to have someone make him toast instead of doing it himself ?

and why can't he be troubled to do it himself ?

... she believes the proper word is lazy , but she'll fetch him the toast anyway .

exceedingly so .