She smiled lazily, cuddling closer. “Oh, I don’t know. Your Prince is very handsome as well. I could set my cap for him, I suppose. Or maybe he will give me lands of my own.”
“I should be offended by your words, but I’m too tired — so I’ll just have to hope that you’re simply mocking me,” he murmured before he yawned a few times in quick succession, stretching so that his spine cracked.
Summer giggled, but didn’t respond. “If I let you sleep now,” she whispered, “will you wake up in time?”