The corners of Aleksander's mouth lifted as a smile started to spread in his face.
"My queen, don't joke with me like that. Or else, I might be tempted to do more than just take a moment's look," the young king replied.
Elys crossed her arms and gave him an arrogant up and down look, "I am not speaking of anything else but to kill you and cook your meat into the most delicious delicacy of the Northern People that I could think of."
"That is quite a bit macabre, dear wife," Aleksander laughed nervously, "can't you just eat me without killing me?"
Seemingly disregarding the fact that they were arguing a minute ago, Elys and Aleksander began to play yet another game. A game that would need the two of them to use both their wits and charms.
And that was the game of love and seduction.
The young queen leaned forward, nicking her husband's ears as she whispered, "I don't think that would happen anytime soon. But I guess we will see."
