A gentle touch his hold is on their frame, a smaller one in comparison to his, a smile is already there to WELCOME their gaze when it meets his- oh how he adores those emerald eyes, so full of hope, kindness, courage and love. When did he deserve such a destiny? Or is this just a dream? As if to confirm, his hands run the sides of the upper of their arms softly before holding a little more firmly, not strong enough to hurt but enough to hold on to, to make sure they are actually there. “ You are my queen. ” A soft kiss then lingers on their forehead before slowly sliding down for another stolen one off their lips, taking in the taste of them. “ Care to walk with me in the gardens? ” A hand slowly leaves their arm to offer a place for theirs instead, inviting.