For a lifetime, if necessary, he would wait for her to say the words he longed to hear, to admit what he already knew. In the meantime, he would see to her happiness, doing all in his power to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to watch her eyes light up with joy. He would wait for her, as he had always done, because he was certain that one day, when she would no longer be able to deny the feelings that were so plainly written in every look, every touch, every unspoken word between them, she would tell him that she loved him too.
Alexander saw Edmund and Reginald approaching from the corridor, bringing a box with them. He took Guinevere's chin and brought his face to hers. "I have always wanted to give you a gift, one that truly befits you."
Guinevere arched an eyebrow. "I have no need for more jewelleries or clothes, Alexander."
