Alexander sniggered. She was beyond adorable.
He knew Brand hated staying on land for the same reason he continually refused his crown. It was because of him.
"Do not force your opinion on him."
"I see why not. I am the king."
"And he is the prince, with authority of his own."
"I am his king."
Guinevere paused her playing and gave him a condemning look. Alexander smiled and winked at her. She flustered.
"You are his king, it is true," she continued, "but greater than that, you are his brother. How can you ask him to learn forgiveness when you have not forgiven yourself? Whatever happened is in the past, Alexander."
"He is still young, and it is my duty to protect him."
"Is he fifteen?" Guinevere asked with a raised eyebrow. Alexander gave her a lazy look. "Or forgive my lazy mind. He is twenty today, yes?"
She was teasing him. He was proud of her.
