“The Human Queen.” “You got it!” He leans over and flicks my nose. Then pulls back, startled. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I shouldn’t have—” I burst out laughing and rub my nose lightly. “It’s fine.” “You’re my queen, I really shouldn’t—” “Willow, it’s fine,” I repeat, firmer. “It’s nice to have someone treat me kindly, like a friend.”
Awwww
