Again Lauralye kissed it deeply. As they went on, her choosing scars and him sharing stories, the ones where he was a slave were always the ones that seemed to be the hardest for her to hear. When they had run out of scars, she hiked up her nightgown and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Resting her head against the back of his neck, she closed her eyes, "None of that is ever going to happen again... I'll hurt anyone who dare lays a hand on you... which I hope isn't anyone... I'm not very good at the whole hurting thing... But for you, I could learn."

She kissed his neck, "I think the people will love you when you become king... You know them in ways that I never will."