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The evening meal had been a trying affair. Two nobles from neighboring holdings near the coast had gotten into an argument over a stretch of land, their tempers fueled by wine. Thayet attempted to mediate, her mind wandering back to a time when she had believed herself free of court intrigues. She smiled, she placated, and she smiled some more. Feeling Buri's watchful eye, she looked toward her friend and winked, well aware that things could be much, much worse.

If only the wedding were over and done.

She's in no hurry to be Queen, but is without doubt eager to be Jonathan's wife. Sometimes she stays awake well into the night thinking of all the great things they will accomplish together. The majority of her life might have been spent in Sarain, but Tortall is home.

On this particular night, Thayet escapes to the palace gardens, humming as she roams the paths and dreams of all that will come to pass. Jon has been away most of the day, but she knows he will find her before retiring. This is the one time of day when they feel free to be man and woman, not King and future Queen.

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"I don't want to stun them too much," she whispers with a smile. "Their cooperation will be needed."

Leaning forward, she kisses him softly.

"No more than two months, Highness. I'm growing as impatient as your Champion."

Jon nods, not moving away from her mouth. "As am I." He meets her lips again, pulling her close to him.

Captivated, she melts into him, rediscovering the feel of his mouth and the way his muscles bunch under her hands.

"Now what will your courtiers think," she murmurs, "if they find you carrying on so in the palace gardens?"

He pulls away reluctantly, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "I think they would agree that I am a very lucky man."

"You think so?" Smiling, she leans into his hand. "Here I was thinking they would be quick to point out that I am a lucky woman."

She sighs softly, her eyes fluttering closed as the breeze picks up once more.

"Would you grant your lucky future wife a favor, Jonathan?"

He smiles down at her and leans to kiss her again, hesistating just before he meets her lips to whisper, "Anything."

There's a spark of mischief in her eyes when she finally opens them.

"Next time you visit this Milliways place of yours, I want to accompany you. I haven't spent nearly enough time there."

He pulls back and cocks his head, a slight look of worry crosses his face. He's not entirely sure that Thayet would be safe around Josiane. But if I'm there and possibly Alanna...

"Of course. I'd love it."

"Good, that's settled then."

Her smile widens. The sound of a metal hinge scraping and horse hooves striking cobblestones breaks the silence. Twining her fingers through his, Thayet begins to pull Jon further into the garden.

"Come, let us finish our walk. We will both be needed soon, I have no doubt."