“Ah, yes, me. A feeble old man. I wonder why you bothered.”
The rani shrugged. “Young lovers are tiresome. So hasty.”
He laughed. “Well, you are in luck, my wicked love.” He turned and drew her into his embrace. “This decrepit old fellow is devilish slow.”
“Then we shall love but once,” the princess softly answered. “Once, but very, very slowly... through all the time remaining until we die. And then... ”
“And then?” he breathed against her lips.
“And then I shall find you in your next life and plague you again.”