Swan was enjoying the banquet with the rest of the soldiers, who constantly showered her with praises and even bardic songs. It felt strange for Swan, who was still not used to getting too much attention, but she didn't hate the feeling.
She just felt that she hadn't done anything remarkable so far to be given such high praise.
"All the soldiers like you," Gale mentioned the obvious. "I think it's fine to make you a queen sooner or later."
"A queen?" Swan held her breath as she turned her head towards her husband. She didn't say anything more, but she gave Gale a look of surprise, as if what Gale said was just so ridiculous.
Gale chuckled, "What's with your expression, Sweetheart? Do you think I would make another woman my queen, instead? That's ridiculous. It's either you or I shall be queen-less for the rest of my very, very long life."
