The ogre princess's dark wild eyes lost a bit of their sharp edge for a moment.
Her shoulders eased a fraction, and her lips parted as though she were about to speak something, perhaps a word of comfort, perhaps a concession, but before the sound could form—
Benjamin turned Titania gently but firmly in his arms, cupping her small face with both hands so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze.
Then he kissed her lips; he wasn't rough, and the kiss wasn't possessive.
But it occured with a simple, unwavering tenderness that silenced whatever words Dynamis had been about to offer.
"You idiot," he murmured against her mouth, pulling back just enough for his piercing blue eyes to lock onto her tear-filled violet ones. "I said I love you, didn't I? I said I was going to marry you, and that we'd have lots of kids. I meant every single word of that."
Titania's eyes dropped more tears; they slid down her cheeks in glistening trails.
