does the saying go — a honeymoon is always sweet?

The assassin wasn't prone to smiling, but at the moment, the expression most often on his face was a goofy little grin. Mmm... perhaps our shopping trip is the day we leave, he agreed, overly serious for the moment. The idea of other people seeing her with little on, didn't bother him too much. But the fact they'd have to remain cordial and abide by social standards...

He shrugged, watching her bounce in place, shuffling from foot-to-foot. Go, shoo. See your kingdom for the week, he nudged her forward, and would follow at a slower, steadier pace. Her excitement had him chuckling, though.

He'd vetted the castle and the smaller homes, ensured he had an escape route through each if they needed it. And though he hadn't had it warded, he was confident they were safe enough that she could be silly and forget their worries for a while.

If I were you, I'd be making mental notes. He'd have an advantage on her, if she didn't. And that might mean their game ended too soon, once it started. Of course, tonight was a night of rest. She'd requested as much.

@Megara Neirdre