In truth, these plans, whether for a wedding that's finally on its way to happening or some sort of military strategy, are never something he eagerly looks forward to - though, for her, he'd sit through meeting after meeting if it gave him the opportunity to watch her, to be near her, to even stand in the same room. He's reluctant to let her out of his sight even now after such a long time of searching for her, fighting against every obstacle that threatened to rise up and keep him away.

She lifts her hand to his face, her fingers brushing over the scar that's slowly started to fade but still obviously contrasts against skin, slightly raised with its erratic edges.

(It's a badge of honor he wears now, considering how he earned it in the first place, trying to catch a thief who ultimately managed to steal his heart alongside his jewels.)

"Or a safe haven for a young princess, among other things," he replies, giving her a knowing look as well as a squeeze of the hand in his own.