[It's all very impressive, and he's inwardly appreciative of her cooperation, lest she start flailing and he loses the pendant or something equally as asinine were to happen.
He'll walk after her, less excited, closing the gap between them in a leisurely manner just to observe her response. He's pleased with himself, grinning smugly as she admires herself.
It's something that ultimately garners a courtesy that takes him by surprise. His brows raise, fingers curl into her grip, slight but responsive.]
...You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me. It is your birthday.
[More accurately, as his queen, she should expect such forms of idolization, especially on her birthday.]
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He'll walk after her, less excited, closing the gap between them in a leisurely manner just to observe her response. He's pleased with himself, grinning smugly as she admires herself.
It's something that ultimately garners a courtesy that takes him by surprise. His brows raise, fingers curl into her grip, slight but responsive.]
...You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me. It is your birthday.
[More accurately, as his queen, she should expect such forms of idolization, especially on her birthday.]