"Your Majesty..."
"Yes, Eleanor?"
"Shouldn't we... um. Perhaps we should already begin moving toward our next destination?" She asked hesitantly, as we continued to stroll through Helianth's bustling streets, my leisurely pace showing no signs of quickening.
"Do you have some destination in mind, Eleanor?" I asked her.
"No, I don't... Do you, Your Majesty?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
Looking at her charming confusion, I could not help but smile. What a truly cute girl my wife was. She was trying so hard to probe answers from me, attempting to sound casual without giving the impression that she was forcing me to spill my plans.
"Of course I have a wonderful destination in mind for the end of our honeymoon," I teased gently. "I had another town in mind for our wedding night, but if you are truly that impatient, my dear Eleanor, we may certainly have it here. Shall we return to the inn immediately?"
