She lifted her hand to touch his, leaning ever so slightly on the calm of his hand.
"I had it under control," she whispered to him with confidence, "But I'm glad you came in time."
They shared another kiss.
Neither of them wanted the moment to end. Under the soft moonlight, with only the cool night breeze as their companion, it was peaceful. A moment of peace in a sea of chaos and sound.
"Alistair," she whispered his name.
"Yes, my sweetling?" He responded, voice dripping with honey.
"I think… I want to be Queen. But…"
"But what?"
"Can I be Queen of two kingdoms?" She asked hesitantly while gazing into his eyes, hoping he would have the answer she was searching for.
A smile formed on his face as he lifted Sierra's hand to kiss it, "Who's to say you cannot be?"
