She pulled away to look him in the eyes, a sly smile curving her lips. “My first command is that you carry me to the bedroom.”
A blush stained his cheeks but he nodded, a curly lock falling over his forehead as a result of it. “Your wish is my command, Your Highness,” he chirped with amusement, twisting on his heel and carrying her to their room.
She giggled, clasping one arm around his neck and poking the curl with the other. “Highness? I could get used to that.” She kicked her feet a little, dried sand brushing off and rattling to the floor. Nosing at his face, she murmured, “Kisses?”