Thorin was still in a daze. A part of him wondered if it had all been just a dream. What made her agree to marry him so suddenly?
"Are you still hung up on that? Isn't this what you wanted? I thought you'd be happier," Puck commented, lounging on the sofa.
"I thought so too. This is what I came here for." Thorin slid down and lay completely on the sofa, using the armrest as his pillow.
"What's her reasoning? Does she have a strange plan in mind? What if she just made me think we were getting married, but in reality, she has another plan?"
Thorin creased his eyebrows, confused. He had pondered this all night but couldn't seem to find the answer.
"Is it that hard to discern? Her beloved brother got hurt while they were in the palace. That's enough reason for her to want a quick escape," Puck offered a logical explanation.
"You think?" Thorin raised an eyebrow, still not convinced. "But for her to let go of her pride like that…"
