Jan 9, 2019
Her Dream by Open_Sky
“That in itself, that you care for them,” one of her hands moved to the centre of his chest and pressed down, “means that you have the heart of a true king.”
“Is that enough?”
“Who knows? But it’s already more than most leaders have.”
His lips quirked upwards. “You have it too, the heart of a queen.”
Well, I am a queen. Or at least I try to be. He couldn’t possibly know that, of course. They never spoke about actualities. Names, plans, battles. None of that existed here, and she was just as grateful as sad because of it, since it meant that this was really nothing but a dream, a dream she made up for herself unconsciously.
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