“Lily, it’s getting quite late and you have school tomorrow. You should get to bed.” She rolled her eyes. “We have a Queen for the first time in centuries, and you expect me to sleep?” “I can order him to let you stay up,” I offered. “If he says no, I’ll have him beheaded.” Lily giggled. “I suppose I’ll have to decline. He does love to say no, and I’m rather fond of his head.” “Lucky for me,” he said dryly.
