A colorful celebration of life

Eularia grinned at his smile, leaning to meet him for a kiss. No more worrying. Do that another time. I'm safe, therefore little Rhysand is too. Besides, on my own, I'm one of the safest people I know. With you here? Psh. Safest person in all of Thedas. She meant it too. He'd trained her in their teenage years; she'd grown a lot since then. So had he. She had no doubt that the way his magic felt; powerful enough to strangle her if she sought it out too often, that he could hold his own if he had to.

He was quick to tell her his plans, and she chuckled. Am I dessert? Eyebrows raised, she bit into a piece of bacon. 'cause I like the sound of being dessert. She stated, around her food.

He was eating. He was smiling. It'd be the perfect day. They'd worry another day, about the what-ifs, the maybes, the fears of the past. She wasn't going to think about her husband, or her children, or the shambles that her kingdom was toppling into. She was just a girl.