[ His throne is made of cold marble and years of lucrative history. Hers is made of warmth and muscle, and like his, she's the only one allowed to sit on it. Her throne is his lap, and she is very busy making herself comfortable, not that it takes a whole lot of trying. ]

Well, everything about you is handsome and wonderful. I felt exhausted on the way home, and being in your mere presence has rejuvenated me, dear.

[ In more ways than one. Noctis is, and will always be, perfection in he eyes. From his smile to the way he looks while he sleeps, she will never not find him beautiful and awe inspiring. Just the fact that he chose her out of everyone on their star is something she still finds amazing.

Theirs is a story that others would kill for: a prince and a princess, the best of friends as children and happily married lovers as adults. A true fairy tale, and she's been fortunate enough to live it.

When she can both hear and feel her zipper being pulled down, her own hands slide down his sides to gently grasp the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head so that her hands can smooth down the bare, toned flesh of his abdomen, fingertips mapping out every inch of skin as if it were the first time again. ]

That would make two of us, dear. I had a lovely view out on the road, but none as lovely as gazing at you.