“I do,” Ksar said, kissing the corner of Seyn’s mouth, then the other.
Seyn grinned. “Then stop worrying about it and kiss your husband for real, Your Majesty. It’s been too long.”
Ksar’s lips curled. “It’s been four hours.”
“Exactly. As I said, too long. Kiss me, husband.”
Laughing, Ksar did just that.
And as usual, the world around them seemed to disappear, and Ksar was the only thing that mattered.
Just him.
Always.
The End