Eiro PoV
I winced as Kira and I walked back to the oasis. My back still ached from the battle with Green Wind, making flying with my wings difficult.
Kira put a hand on the spot, cooling the pain down with her ice. "Are you okay, my liege?"
I glanced at her and smiled slightly. "You don't have to call me that, Kira. You're my wife of eight years, not my servant."
She lowered her head slightly as we walked amongst the fig trees. "Sorry, dear. Old habits tend to rear their heads."
I rubbed the back of my head, feeling a tinge of guilt. "Look, I know you mean well, but it just feels... I don't know, formal? We've been through a lot together. You're my life partner, not some subject to bow to me."
Kira looked up, her lilac eyes sparkling with sincerity. "I just want to show you respect, Eiro. You carry a lot of responsibility as Grand Duke, and I admire how you handle it."
